Get Bitches - Guilty Simpson

Life itself full of struggle and wealth

Yeah, Guilty Simpson, muthafuckas

Let’s go, Detroit city

We bangin' that jungle music

Homies in the hood flip bundles to it

Make exchanges to flake for wages

Hustlin' hard before the jake engages

They wanna see the apes in cages

We never conversate with agents

Anti-police to speak in layman’s

I’d rather take a swim with Cayman

For real, man, fuck 'em all

That’s why I flick off cops and cuff my balls

Smokin' that good shit

Your baby mama wanna fuck with that hood shit

And I’m just what she need, a gangsta breed

Yeah, break down my weed, fuck and leave

You niggas wanna buck with G’s, bitch please

I seen harder kids in a Chuck E Cheese

Party with the baddest broads and spend change

Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains

Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches

I’m a playa, but no, it’s not a game

Outfit’s crazy, watch’s insane

Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches

We hustlin', don’t confuse it

Money is the bread, hen dog’s the fluid

Sold out stages, the love’s outrageous

Swoosh on the A-1's match the laces

They wanna see the crew with cases

They tell me that I’m too abrasive

Unseen, we move evasive

We don’t follow rules, we take it

And I only trust my dogs

Y’all fake that’s why I don’t fuck with y’all

I’m tryin' to get hood rich

So miss me with all of that bullshit

For this here I bleed, yes indeed

I’m tryin' to cop a black Range and have extra cheese

Y’all wanna test me, please bitch squeeze

I ain’t hard to find man, I’m in the D