Bitches Off That

[Hook: Kenny Siegel] You think you gon' get you some bitches off that, don't you? Don't you? Huh, don't you? You think you gon' get you some bitches off that, don't you? Don't you? They don't want you She want a motherfucker like me though She want a motherfucker just like me though I pull a dime sitting in a Geo I tell you motherfuckers just how it G-O [Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] I give a fuck about what you got and where you get it from I'll get a dime without spending one You buy shit trying to portray your image But it's harder to replace the rumors We probably can take your women Cause that won't get you no hoes, my nigga That won't get you no hoes, my G Y'all tell lies in order to get ahead But that won't get you no dome, my G She want a real, want a real, want a real one On the real, on the real, on the real, homie You don't appeal, don't appeal, don't appeal none I'm only real, only real, only real, broadie [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] I can play the back of steel staying way out I knock out the pussy, no standing a count If y'all niggas is trickin' then y'all niggas is trippin' You lame, ain't no ifs and or buts in a glove Man, these bitches be on me like a motherfucking wristband Is Julius the flyest? Spell Heisman, he is man You hate on other niggas' game, yo, you's a square Y'all be cock-blocking like long pubic hairs You see a bitch you gon' sweat her like a Cardigan Giving her your credit cards, never gonna see that card again Your chain won't pull bitches, asshole nigga You bought a necklace, not a lasso, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3 : Demetrius Capone] Thinking you gon' get some bad bitches Just because you liked all her Instagram pictures Nigga, I don't give a damn if she a bitch, that's vicious Like a pimp with kids I'm not a simpin' ass nigga I'm the type of nigga that'll throw this D I don't go with bitches, bitches go in me See, nigga, I'm single, but my girlfriend ain't You're the type of nigga to text "OMG" You're the type of nigga that be getting his simp on Paying her rent while you live in the friend zone Waiting 90 days just to hit, I'da been gone You're showing all the signs of a simp symptoms [Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Y'all be telling stories like y'all piping bad chicks Like a wedding veil, I see right through that shit What you call stunting is what I call fronting You pay the cost to be the boss, for me it cost nothing You be spending money that you haven't earned yet, yeah Trying to make it rain with your tax return check, yeah It's like your time is money, but your swag is worthless I'mma teach y'all a lesson that you haven't learned yet Yeah, real niggas ain't gotta lie to kick it I got a lot of bitches, I ain't gotta lie to bitches You say "Vermouth or Bacardi?", get bitches off that By the time you get it the bitches off that [Hook]