Stray (Stupid Bitches) - RAH

Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Let me tell you bout some real shit. Ay let me tell you bout some ILL shit. I mean we struggled for the meal kid. Only my day ones around me. With them this empire we building. No ceilings like Mr carter said in 09. Been on my grind for so long. I know it's my time. I ain't come alone though. I got some thick hoes and a sack of that dro. Pass it to my Bros. PrEying for my enemies. I spelled that with an e bitch man hold up hold up. Roof we a different breed bitch You ain't seen a nigga this trill since Pimp C kid I'm riding dirty trying to make to make it to my destination In my space ship reaching higher elevation. Acoustic levitation. Young prince no Tayshaun it's the mafuckin nation She used to be on the sideline hating. Left kids on her face no avon Plugged in like Avon Shit I reached a little with the line. I never talk business over lines they try to wire tap me all the time