Fuck That Bitch (remix)

[Intro: Young Dro] West Side Bankhead is where I'm from Everything y’all did has been done My Trew game and my shoe game You can’t touch that shit [Hook: Young Dro] Bitch that hollerin' ‘bout "fuck me?" Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch Bitch that hollerin' ‘bout "fuck me?" Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch Bitch that hollerin' ‘bout "fuck me?" Nah, fuck that bitch [Verse 1: French Montana] Biatch... bitch - fuck that bitch like Too $hort My whole crew hit, fuck you thought? Bum bitch smokin' that Newport Ho keep talkin' ‘bout "fuck me?" Man, fuck that bitch Ho told you she ain't fuck me? Man, I fucked that bitch Why you mad I ain't give you stacks? Why you mad I ain't call you back? I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back Ho aspects, that ain't how you act Now that bitch keep talkin' ‘bout "fuck me?" Fuck that, fuck that bitch Ho keep tellin' you "trust me" Man, I don't trust that bitch Coke Boys, South Bronx, that's where I'm from That fly shit my niggas talk has never been done My shoe game is on Hammertime - can't touch that shit Ho keep talkin' ‘bout "fuck me?" Man, fuck that bitch [Hook: Young Dro] [Verse 2: Young Dro] I'mma go three... stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix I'm a Bankhead nigga, so I'm straighter than a penis If you try to West Side, I'mma let off like semen Ice got me anemic, walkin' up in Nieman's And every time I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed My baby mama mad my girl look like a genie I've got racks like Venus, 20 stacks in... Bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic Pardon, my "High Tymes" album a problem [Hook: Young Dro] [Verse 3: T.I.] ...and the yacht match the Rollie, ice like a hockey player Kick it like a soccer player, niggas hatin' like a goalie Long neck, group sex all your bitch got for me We've been walkin' under stars since midnight, homie Had a shorty, pussy, hit it like a fistfight, homie My dick only know what she kiss like, homie See the molly got her goin', you be callin', she ignorin' I went balls-deep in her, nigga, you ain't even know it Blowin' Headband, strongest in the land Say you hit it, so you ain't the only nigga can She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man Get head in a Coupe, sex in a Sprinter van Runnin' full-court game, no one-on-one Take that doll, hit her one-on-one Ain't nothin' else to do, she wanna cum for fun I'm by myself, hop, run, no one Nigga she want me like Givenchy In a presendential suite, nigga, me on three Why they call me "Pussy Pumper", nigga, she gon' see Like she gon' see, like she gon' see... Okay, Hustle Gang, nigga, only thing I wear Oh yeah, and... And... you know me, ho Know where I'm from, know where I rep [Hook: Young Dro] [Verse 4: Trinidad James] Southside Clay. Co., that's where I'm from I'm on these red bottoms, Rick Owens... I've been rockin' them Jordans I said now AG, compound - give me money, I'll throw it My hair's luxurious - your shit ain't growin' (lame) I've got a smile on my face like Dro's old cover Fuck you bitch on the couch, no cover Nigga fuck your couch, I'm Rick James, brother She a super freak, she don't like no rubbers Fuck you, nigga, then fuck your cousin For some shoes and a couple hundreds I thought you knew, let me teach you somethin' She'll suck me and kiss you like it ain't nothin' ...that bitch cold - nigga, now you know You hold onto pussy (lame) I've pussy on hold (pimp) I get a whole lot of pussy, nigga, after my show Red, black and white girls... yeah, them Trinidad's hoes [Hook: Young Dro]