Bitches n Snitches by Middle Bass Bangers Lyrics
[Intro: Dawson]
Yo, yo, yo
Bangers in this bitch
[Verse 1: Dawson]
Yo it's Dawson, we all know I'm from Boston
But this time I'm not the one costing
Got ice on me, call it frosting
I'm saucing like a chef
I put up 3's, splash call me Steph
When I shit on you, don't blame the ref
It's Craig and Dave in this bitch
Almost got in a fight with that bitch named Gish
He doesn't want these problems, cause I'm an issue
After I'm done with his ass wipe his blood with a tissue
No bitch I don't miss you
I got hoes on deck cause I got a huge dick
Just like Shrek, yes the ogre
But I'm never sober
When I get that cash boutta cop a Range Rover
I am so rich cops don't pull me over
[Verse 2: Vargo]
Here's an introduction y'all
My name is Dave
First things first not my real name but the illest on the beat
Killing the game I'ma rip this beat
The climb to fame, I got 10 bands put in picture frame
My (?) puts you in shame
Only need 1 shot through your brain, uh, uh
Now put it in hyperdrive
This shit make me feel alive
Take a hit to feel the vibe
Saw yo bitch with (?)
Now she like a slip n slide
She gon (?) creamy pies
Now I'm (?) my guys, yeah
That's enough of that shit
Showed you enough to say that I'm legit
Craig and I we be killing it
If you hop on our court we gon make you sick
Break your goddamn ankles bitch
[Chorus 1: Dawson & 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 & {Both}]
We got bitches n snitches
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴
This beat is delicious
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴
{We got bitches n snitches}
{We got bitches n snitches}
{And this shit is ridiculous}
[Verse 3: Dawson & 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰]
We gon freestyle in this bitch
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯
I fly your bitch out to Tokyo, Japan
𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯
I'll whip up that stir fry with a frying pan
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥
Yes he did, that pussy couldn't stand
𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 500 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥
Spitting bars and driving fancy cars
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘟 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘴
We're throwing a party there's gonna be a charge
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥
I'll finesse your bitch and take her to my room
𝘒𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮
These snitches start rumors all they do is assume
𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮
[Chorus 2: Dawson & 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 & {Both}]
We got bitches n snitches
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴
These snitches get stitches
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴
{We got bitches n snitches}
{We fulfilling your wishes}
{And we (?)}
[Outro: Vargo & 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯]
Bro, that shit was a banger right there
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
Are you talking to me telepathically right now?
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘮
Woah
Yo, yo, yo
Bangers in this bitch
[Verse 1: Dawson]
Yo it's Dawson, we all know I'm from Boston
But this time I'm not the one costing
Got ice on me, call it frosting
I'm saucing like a chef
I put up 3's, splash call me Steph
When I shit on you, don't blame the ref
It's Craig and Dave in this bitch
Almost got in a fight with that bitch named Gish
He doesn't want these problems, cause I'm an issue
After I'm done with his ass wipe his blood with a tissue
No bitch I don't miss you
I got hoes on deck cause I got a huge dick
Just like Shrek, yes the ogre
But I'm never sober
When I get that cash boutta cop a Range Rover
I am so rich cops don't pull me over
[Verse 2: Vargo]
Here's an introduction y'all
My name is Dave
First things first not my real name but the illest on the beat
Killing the game I'ma rip this beat
The climb to fame, I got 10 bands put in picture frame
My (?) puts you in shame
Only need 1 shot through your brain, uh, uh
Now put it in hyperdrive
This shit make me feel alive
Take a hit to feel the vibe
Saw yo bitch with (?)
Now she like a slip n slide
She gon (?) creamy pies
Now I'm (?) my guys, yeah
That's enough of that shit
Showed you enough to say that I'm legit
Craig and I we be killing it
If you hop on our court we gon make you sick
Break your goddamn ankles bitch
[Chorus 1: Dawson & 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 & {Both}]
We got bitches n snitches
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴
This beat is delicious
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴
{We got bitches n snitches}
{We got bitches n snitches}
{And this shit is ridiculous}
[Verse 3: Dawson & 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰]
We gon freestyle in this bitch
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯
I fly your bitch out to Tokyo, Japan
𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘯
I'll whip up that stir fry with a frying pan
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥
Yes he did, that pussy couldn't stand
𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 500 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥
Spitting bars and driving fancy cars
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘟 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘴
We're throwing a party there's gonna be a charge
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥
I'll finesse your bitch and take her to my room
𝘒𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮
These snitches start rumors all they do is assume
𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮
[Chorus 2: Dawson & 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 & {Both}]
We got bitches n snitches
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴
These snitches get stitches
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴
{We got bitches n snitches}
{We fulfilling your wishes}
{And we (?)}
[Outro: Vargo & 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯]
Bro, that shit was a banger right there
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
Are you talking to me telepathically right now?
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘮
Woah