The Real Dyl - Gas Tht Btch Up Lyrics

Don't play with em
Don't play with em
Aye Aye Aye
If yo friend goin' crazy, better gas that bitch up
You ain't no Juvenile, now back that ass up
Got bitches sick, No corona
We gon mask that shit up
And If that bitch is on my list
Click Clack that bitch up
If yo friend goin crazy, better gas that bitch up
You ain't no Juvenile, now back that ass up
Got bitches sick, No corona
We gon mask that shit up
And If that bitch is on my list
Click Clack that bitch up
If you think this ain't heat, bitch you bluffin
I kill off bitches real fast like its nothing
Thought the bitch was smoking
How I had her puffing
I won't even gonna do shit and had the bitch ducking
I'm blushing
Really that's what all you hoes think of me?
That I kill all ya hoes from A to Z
I'm just fruity and I'm punching like some damn HI-C
Bitch push me and I'm starting
I don't need no keys
How I'm the shit and I just touched down?
How I'm the bitch that you all know now?
How I get rich and I ain't make no sound?
Never been no snitch so lil ho, pipe down
Feeling like Uzi now I do what I want
On my hoes I went ghost
And all they asses I haunt
I ain't never been to jail naw bitch that's my aunt
But I could probably get bail so try me bitch if you want
If yo friend goin' crazy, better gas that bitch up
You ain't no Juvenile, now back that ass up
Got bitches sick, No corona
We gon mask that shit up
And If that bitch is on my list
Click Clack that bitch up
If yo friend goin' crazy, better gas that bitch up
You ain't no Juvenile, now back that ass up
Got bitches sick, No corona
We gon mask that shit up
And If that bitch is on my list
Click Clack that bitch up