Tis The Season

Princess Mononoke chiefing chee
Out with Chiyoko
Fan bitches can't come through
She tried to sneak a photo
I want a boss bitch, a CEO or something
You know a type of chick to beat a
Bitch if she get crooked, i know
Niggas capping
Hat collection on another stature
Pull up popping passion
Car look like exotic dancer
I'ma throw a temper tantrum
Boy don't even gamble
Bitch I'm hard to handle
Attitude on Jimmy Santos
I jack a beat, collect the ransom
Then I go ghost i'm a ten-star meal
Boy you just fried toast
Told that bitch 'uh uh, nuh uh
They ran a train you gotta go'
Wouldn't tripped if they was balling bitch
But them niggas broke
I said 'do better for yourself'
And shut the door
Now I'm spraying out the hundreds
Switch the 50's for some more
Oh, we hating again? Call
Me Mr crack-a-Nigga-Hoe
I swear to god she left ya ass
Now her bags at the door
I stomp around wherever
I ain't gotta tip-toe
Bitch I'm East Memphis
Repping, disrespect it, oh no
Now I gotta let ya hang
From a barbed wire pole put you through it
I get truly ruthless when it's time to go

(Bitch, Who, nigga?)