A Btch Ass Interlude by Trevor Spitta Lyrics
Verse:
They don't understand me don't understand me
'Cuz they cannot stand me yeah
Don't try this at home, shit ain't sweet, boy this ain't candy yeah
Same ones was hatin', talked bout the kid now they call me family
Boy my life is like a pregnant bitch, 'cuz there ain't no Plan B
Shout out my Granny, she told me follow my dreams and don't let no snakes get near me
Labels they callin' all on my phone, they tryna brand me
I got a bitch that talk bout Miami she want my heart she tryna scam me
Can't fuck around and go out like Bambi
Wake up and get it you wake up you cranky
I hit with the hook man they gotta look I shake how I shook now I'm in her panties
You hit the books while I hit the stu 'cuz I need them diamonds dancing like Annie man
Never let a muthafucka tell you what you can be
They tried to can me, now it's all smiles and hugs bitch don't touch my coat this Fendi
Yeah you hear me?
I say it loud for the back
I got that Fiji drip lil' hater you tap
I'm the only one puttin' my state on the map
I'm talkin' the culture not about stats facts, yeah facts
I roll the world in a blunt and take to the face
These rappers all copy and paste I swear it's disgrace
Bitch what you sayin? I can't understand with this dick in your waist
I never take what I get, I got what I took
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes
Yeah (x4)
Don't Try This At Home, Try This At Home, Try This At Home yeah
Don't Try This At Home, Try This At Home, Try This At Home yeah
This shit'll fuck up your dome
I got this shit in my bones yeah yeah
They don't understand me don't understand me
'Cuz they cannot stand me yeah
Don't try this at home, shit ain't sweet, boy this ain't candy yeah
Same ones was hatin', talked bout the kid now they call me family
Boy my life is like a pregnant bitch, 'cuz there ain't no Plan B
Shout out my Granny, she told me follow my dreams and don't let no snakes get near me
Labels they callin' all on my phone, they tryna brand me
I got a bitch that talk bout Miami she want my heart she tryna scam me
Can't fuck around and go out like Bambi
Wake up and get it you wake up you cranky
I hit with the hook man they gotta look I shake how I shook now I'm in her panties
You hit the books while I hit the stu 'cuz I need them diamonds dancing like Annie man
Never let a muthafucka tell you what you can be
They tried to can me, now it's all smiles and hugs bitch don't touch my coat this Fendi
Yeah you hear me?
I say it loud for the back
I got that Fiji drip lil' hater you tap
I'm the only one puttin' my state on the map
I'm talkin' the culture not about stats facts, yeah facts
I roll the world in a blunt and take to the face
These rappers all copy and paste I swear it's disgrace
Bitch what you sayin? I can't understand with this dick in your waist
I never take what I get, I got what I took
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes
Yeah (x4)
Don't Try This At Home, Try This At Home, Try This At Home yeah
Don't Try This At Home, Try This At Home, Try This At Home yeah
This shit'll fuck up your dome
I got this shit in my bones yeah yeah