Letra de 'Bitches' de Odd Future

Bitch
It's the five-nine taper phase; sideline laker game
High time save a page; they already know the name
Doms in this bitch i mean it's real shit taking place
Money still the motive and i'm clocking it like flava flav

Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch
Hodgy bout to barf logs, i be spitting fire campin
Makin s'mores
My flow be tramping like you whores i'm suicidal fuck
The door
I'm and if but and or

Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't
Getting no money huh
Broke niggas is talking loud i swear you niggas is
Funny bruh
We what the fuck is up 2012 clutch as fuck
Fast lifestyle slow me down double cup

Old school visans rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o clock when your bitch lands by
Six
She will be quicksand better than the next nigga: this
Man
Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your whole
Ambition
Bitch

My hat says high cause that's exactly how i feel bitch
All i need is green grass and gold on my real bitch
Watch me get it nigga i'm a sell it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and domo hit the kill switch

I'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin mellowhigh
Girlfriend never settles why? to busy in the meadows
High
Out to dena i'm fresh like i'm out the cleaners
Hardwood like an angry beaver i'm nuts like my fucking
T-shirt
Get it?

A phantom you never hand a random rapper eating
Cannibal
She can't refuse so i let her drink it like it's
Danimals
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera
Crews
I let her snooze and dream cause none of them wishes
Tangible

I'm balling like benjamin it's all about the benjamins
That's why people acknowledge me and i ain't even
Friends with them
Call a ho then stall a ho i'm also dope across the rope
Catch my fate i bang grenades and beat your face 'til
It's off your throat

Please shut the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep
The shit he speak got him all antsy like his christmas
Week
Silly me, riding with several bitches with slim
Physiques
And i'm tryna see lights cameras action like mr. cheeks

Army fatigue bake boxes for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve for
The fees
If packaged she'll be petite know how to roll up my
Weed
Her doing's doing the deed and she don't really need
Shit

They asking domo "where you been? " they feel they got
Ditched
Just look for the influence i be under that bitch and
It's a headlock when it come to that grip
You ain't never met a motherfucker done in that sick

I'm the best thing yet the i'm the best thing next
I bet i'll mess with presets and jet around all these
Vets
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled with
A bunch of grey hair dead souls
Promise 90 retro, ho

Hey y'all get out of he way cause i'm going awol
Bitch lay off the gas that they giving your head tank
Dog
Thinking that you better than me will get you taked off
You either gotta win or go home, bitch it's the
Playoffs

More luxurious that a throwback with no low jack no
Driver but it got doormats
Zero to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any nigga that
Own that
I ain't stuntin' i'm a youngin' me and my niggas we be
Thuggin'
At our shows that we be bugging groupie loving and we
Buzzing

So meet me in the trap; it's going down
Mellowhigh leaning like the jaw of bobby brown

Cops arrest me for a dui prohibition
We don't need you motherfuckers to stop and listen
Golf wang bitch