b*tch Please lyrics

[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I ain't gangbangin', I'm a gang member
Love for my Blood and the rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger, funny-actin' pus*y n*gga
Fraud, you ain't hard, play the part, you can get it, n*gga
Old head, long bread, chillin' and I'm sittin' back
Feet up, livin' good really and I'm kickin' back
Orchestrate to gettin' back, button-pushin' pigeon pack
Stuffin' up the duffel with the hustle, n*gga, gimme that
Nah, really, give me that, greed time, gettin' fat
Multiply the paperbacks, gorilla, I'm a silverback
My mama cut the Similac with hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don't know how to act, started, I'ma finish, n*gga, remember that

[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"
[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I be out a lot, probably on the block (On the block)
Be runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knocks (Into knocks)
I put it in the pot, then I put the wop (Yeah)
Foam and let it lock, then I lock the spot
Like, "Welcome to my neighborhood" (Neighborhood)
Got Cookies and the flavor good (Flavor good)
Put Gelato in my Backwood (Yeah)
Keep a banger when it's that good (That good)
Watch your anger if you that hood (That hood)
My brodie on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dope
Mini-14 got a long throat

[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"

[Verse 3: E-40]
Started off with a pinch, hoppin' over the fence
Garbage cans and dog sh*t, albino pits
Yola up in my fist, toaster up on my hip
Bringin' home the bacon and the cheese and grits
Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my yaper crisp
Takin' a stab at this rappin', selling dope a hit-and-miss
Grew up on the tar, pluck you like guitar
I be high as f*ck tryna touch the stars
Franck Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I don't like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin' paid since the tenth grade (Biatch)
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that sh*t, hey
Me and my n*ggas like, "b*tch, please"