Bite Down! lyrics

[Intro]
Ima let you bite down!
No cuffs, in the back, no fuss
Pop a perc, hit puffs, no love
Motherf*cker Bite Down!
b*tch I'm up, got some money in my pocket
Pick my heart up like a f*cking rocket
Got me looking like a clown
Fake love, no love, no trust
All the feelings that I had I f*cking locked it
I’ma f*cking move my hips to the beat
Same pace that I'm f*cking on your main b*tch raw like—
b*tch, don’t

(BRAZIL)

[Verse 1]
1v1 like I'm ISO
If you want to talk to me, watch out for your mans
Bad b*tch with the acrylics, fat ass, OnlyFans
Like money money green, b*tch we only talking bands
Shoot a motherf*cking face like a f*cking tin can
Cash-cash money bling, b*tch I'm ballin’ Dirty Dan
I’m a motherf*cking beast, I’ma put you in a trance
Brass knuckles to your gut, I’ma lеave you looking bland
[Verse 2]
Yuh, head so dumb, she a rеtard
Ima get her married just to get a f*cking green card
Dark hair, no top, she a freak ho
Ima make her blush when I call her señorita
Puerto Rican bad b*tch—I need that
Got a lot of ass, it be covering the whole cat
Pull up to the function in a motherf*cking Hellcat
Test your luck, I be drawing up the whole gat

[Bridge]
Like damn, I’ve been doing this sh*t for a long time
High alert, b*tch you know I keep it all times
I’m on a roll, coming back, just on my own time
I don’t wanna follow no rules, I got my own life

[Pre-Chorus]
I just want a life, in the fight, in the sh*t that I do
I don’t need no vice
Don’t need no b*tch, but she looking so fine
Baby come on, let’s dance
Let me take a little bite

[Chorus]
Like damn, like damn
Like damn that shorty so fine
She a 10 out of 10, I can make her mine
In 1, 2, 3
Got your number on my line
We can text all night
Got you singing all my songs like do re mi
[Verse 3]
She a pretty white girl with a pretty best friend
Pull up to the crib, but don’t tell your mans
Ima turn the lights off, let me show you how to dance
Just move your hips, let me put you in a trance

[Outro / Refrain]
No cuffs, in the back, no fuss
Pop a perc, hit puffs, no love
Motherf*cker Bite Down!
b*tch I'm up, got some money in my pocket
Pick my heart up like a f*cking rocket
Got me looking like a clown
Fake love, no love, no trust
All the feelings that I had I f*cking locked it
Ima f*cking move my hips to the beat
Same pace that I'm f*cking on your main b*tch raw like—
b*tch, don’t