Bitch Please - Death Grips

Who wanna catch this?

Who wanna catch this?

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t

Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t

Drop it like-

Oh yeah, that’s so trashy

How low can you go?

How dirty can you get?

Nasty, fucker

Drug through the dirt

Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt

Chain sleaze leather face

Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks

Whip it

Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it

Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb

Shut it down

Forged in the flames, said it before and I’ll say it again

Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t

Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t

When shit goes down I’ll be there

With my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road

Ghost ridin' to hell, fuck if I care

Who wanna catch my droze?

Give a fuck, blood, I ain’t goin' nowhere

Templar night and day, live an die by the code

Code of the street, how to stay in the zone

How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone

I am the darkness creeping through your system

The lash of da whip

Cracking every bitch

Into position

Workin' you over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out

Your subwoofers are melting

Hear a bitch say, «Why's he yelling?»

Who wanna catch this gun clap?

Shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t (Who wanna catch)

Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t (Who wanna catch)

Cause I run this lik

Like dogtown ripped

That raw shit like none other

Low down dirty shit

Shot off this hip

Death Grips, mothafucka

Please, you must be

Smokin' rocks

Real shit for my people

And it just don’t stop

Bitch, please