Bi**h Please - Big Scoob, E-40, B-Legit

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

I ain’t gang bangin' I’m a gang member

Love for my Blood and the rest get the middle finger

You can get the trigger finger

Funny actin' pussy nigga, fraud

You ain’t hard, play the part

You can get it nigga

Old head, long bread, chillin' and I’m sittin' back

Feet up, livin' good really and I’m kickin' back

Orchestrate to gettin' back, button pushin' pigeon pack

Stuffin' up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that

Naw really give me that

Greed time, gettin' fat

Multiply the paperbacks

Gorilla I’m a silverback

My mama cut the Similac

With hot sauce and bacon fat

Really don’t know how to act

Started, I’ma finish, nigga remember that

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

I be out a lot, probably on the block (on the block)

We runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knots (into knots)

I put it in the pot, then I put the whop (yeah)

Foam and let it lock, then I lock the spot

Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood)

Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good)

Put Gelato in my Backwood (yeah)

Keep a banger when it’s that good (that good)

Watch ya hangin' if ya that hood (that hood)

My bro he on the roof with a sixteen

Choppa in the bushes with a red beam

You done ran off with the wrong dope

Mini 14 got a long throat

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

Started off with a pinch, hoppin' over the fence

Garbage cans and dog shit, albino pits

Yola up in my fist, toaster up on my hip

Bringin' home the bacon, and the cheese and grits

Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my yaper crisp

Takin' a stab at this rappin', selling dope a hit and miss

Grew up on the tar

Pluck you like guitar

I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars

Franck Muller on my right, Rolex on my left

I don’t like to fight, I just like sex

Hustler all my life, popo like to raid

I been gettin' paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch)

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»

I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade

Nothin' but gritters over this way

Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey

Me and my niggas like «Bitch please»