BITTER - KIL, Zotiyac

Yeah, he broke, he don’t get it

I might paint a picture, aye

He don’t get it, he can’t spend it

Like a penny pincher, yeah

Why he bitter?

His bitch on my hip, just like a pistol, yeah

Why he bitter?

He don’t get no dap, just middle fing-

Aye, yeah

Aye, yeah, hahahah

Yeah, you broke, (Yeah) He don’t get it (Damn ready)

He want pack (Aye), he got reggie (Uhh)

Talking sets (Yeah), he don’t rep it (Aye)

Up that pole, like like I’m- (Killa)

Stripes on me, just like the Adidas jacket

They see that I’m with the green, like I’m the Packers

I empty the register, watchin' the back

And the time runnin' out as the bag gettin' fatter

I hear the po-po, I’m hittin' the door

I’m countin' up numbers, they call me a dork

They never saw it, they can’t get a bite from my plate

'Cause I never eat soup with a fork

Even the prettiest flower got thorns

Salt looks like sugar, so you crave them more

Money elastic, like it’s acrobatic

He’s like a TV, 'cause he don’t want the static

I’m burnin 'em, like its a bong and a pack

And I shake 'em up, like a spray can before taggin'

I’m with the attitude, Efil4zaggin

I’m going full spray, like I put the mag in

Yeah, he broke, he don’t get it

I might paint a picture, aye

He don’t get it, he can’t spend it

Like a penny pincher, yeah

Why he bitter?

His bitch on my hip, just like a pistol, yeah

Why he bitter?

He don’t get no dap, just middle finger

Aye, yo' bitch she ain’t cute, she want fuck me

Bitch, don’t touch me, 'member when she tried to dump me

Now that lil' bitch would be lucky

I pay attention, I don’t think so, I got money

You moving that work, I take that like a puffy

White girl off the coke, this snow bunny is stuffy

You callin' yo' wife-y, I call that bitch Buffy

That hoe a vampire, the way that she suck me

Yo' bitch off the leash, like huskies

I’m a dog, don’t want no puppies

30 Glock, but it ain’t rusty

It still cock back, it’s just muddy

You is stupid if you trust me

Friendly fire for your buddy

He ain’t got no quarrel, like Bubby

Get that boy a fuckin' Snuggie

Said that little boy need a hug

I’m sweeping you and that shit under the rug

Been a long time since I picked up a dub

Said it’s been a long time since I ain’t been a plug, huh

Do it look like I give fucks?

If it do, I apologize, it’s a mix up

Either I’m clearing the air

Or we air this shit out in the motherfuckin' club

We don’t like talkin', we like to leave coffins

Please don’t pick us if you don’t do this often

I level up when I fly out to Austin

All my shit from Vegas to Britain to Boston

From Cali' to Kansas

Wherever I’m landin, my language always expanding

Big Ben Franklins, they talking in Spanish

The last man standing, yo' bitch understand it

Yeah, he broke, he don’t get it

I might paint a picture, aye

He don’t get it, he can’t spend it

Like a penny pincher, yeah

Why he bitter?

His bitch on my hip, just like a pistol, yeah

Why he bitter?

He don’t get no dap, just middle finger

Boy don’t want beef, so don’t go to McDonald’s

He kissin' the barrel, like it’s Spin The Bottle

My ex hit my phone up like, «It's been a while»

When I dip the scene, there’s blood on the tiles

Boy tell me, «Hit up the link in my bio»

I’m not 'bout that pussy shit, like I’m a gyno

Bitch hit me up, just don’t let her guy know

She screamin', out, «Killa», it sound like a high note, aye

That boy still bitter to this day, aye

I gave her pipe by mistake

Homie get caught up, like instinct

Beatin' the beat up then send it to Sensei

Bitch on my hip, no pistol

But she still swallow my kids though

She want to pop for my endo, aye

She want to pop for my endo

I’m under pressure, you see me walking on a tight rope

Side note, hope you know I’m certified psycho

I’ma pull up, and then skirt off on a little bike, ho

Never a pussy, like you be drillin' down a dyke ho

I’ma be ballin', then singing out, like I’m Micheal

I was still pullin' thotties when I was only 5'4

But I’d be tellin' 'em shorty can’t be my type though

And I be killin' this shit, wait, what do I know?

Yeah, he broke, he don’t get it

I might paint a picture, aye

He don’t get it, he can’t spend it

Like a penny pincher, yeah

Why he bitter?

His bitch on my hip, just like a pistol, yeah

Why he bitter?

He don’t get no dap, just middle finger