These b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef (distorted)]
I got hard di*k for all these b*tches
I get all these numbers I don't call these b*tches
No patience for relations kiss my rari b*tches
These n*ggas don't know us we never saw these n*ggas

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got a V12 sittin on rims and I put the bulk back in my Benz
Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it cause it's my friend
Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin
Diamond Gems cost an M&M, watch so bright cut off a limb
Look at me then look at him, hard top Bentley Bentley rims
f*cked two sisters wet the crib, In a drop top dunk I broke the rims
Back to back b*tch call them twins, Got a hard top X and a drop top M, call me iceberg slim can’t f*ck with him
2k on weed - hell, that’s a bill, 5k on lean, I'm leaning now
Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreaming now
Your girlfriends a semen demon, Big Guwop she screaming out, drop top Rarri showing cleavage
I'm on Cleveland, call it Believeland
Knocked your b*tch didn't need no reason, take my b*tch then call it even

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I got hard di*k for all these b*tches
I get all their numbers I don’t call these b*tches
No patience for relations kiss my Rari b*tches
n*ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n*ggas
You can hold this 30 out this 40 n*gga
You die, you hit forgis - that's on shawty, n*gga
We don’t trust these b*tches or these n*ggas
Got the big face Rollies 40 on us n*ggas
[Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman]
n*gga tried to knock me off
But these n*ggas extra soft
How the hell you just start robbing come and try and test a boss
Played the hand that I was dealt,40 make you patty melt
I don’t send no n*ggas dawg I do that sh*t by myself
Co-defendant that's a no
Can’t have that sh*t fly in court
One thing about young juice my
n*ggas spied the pus*y like a scope
Since you pus*y I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat
Killa killer murder murder flip that n*gga like a burger
I don’t shoot for legs so you know ain't no attempted murder
And Young Juice man stay with fire
Make me put you on a burner
Smoke you like a cancer stick
Make your momma deal my load
Talking all that tough talk but your ass know you bologna
Born to go to war, man you got me talking like I'm Tony

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I got hard di*k for all these b*tches
I get all their numbers I don’t call these b*tches
No patience for relations kiss my Rari b*tches
n*ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n*ggas
You can hold this 30 out this 40 n*gga
You die, you hit forgis - that's on shawty, n*gga
We don’t trust these b*tches or these n*ggas
Got the big face Rollies 40 on us n*ggas