Touch It - d3r & blood pup

Hey, bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard? Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card And take the car and do circles in the parking lot Scream at the top of our lungs like la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la We on that la-la-la-la-la-la-la Hey, bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard? Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card And take the car and do circles in the parking lot Scream at the top of our lungs like I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny They don't care about me, that's okay, 'cause you're not special honey Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (Ha) Oh my god, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, cause that shit made me sound clean Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree Crazy how I popped up on the scene, just like a plant I'm fuckin' this shit up, 'cause I'm like that You don't take me serious, all that fuckin' does is make me laugh If you're thinking about me, that means you're jealous, you're on crack I've been poppin' Addies, to stay focused, eat it like a snack I'm so determined and that's just a fact I can't tell if I am worthy, cause my life's barely intact But that don't matter, 'cause I'm sitting here making all these stacks All these hoes, they callin' me, now that they know I'm makin' racks Feel like GTA, I pull up, put the money in the back My ex ho she callin' all the time, but I don't call her back VIPs up in the club, so all the drinks are on my tab Walk up in the city, knowin' everybody seein' me I need molly, I need acid, I don't fuck with all that weed I don't need to settle in, I'm in the club and I won't leave When she grindin' all up on me, I'm like bitch, like what's the need? I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny They don't care about me, that's okay, 'cause you're not special honey Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (Ha) Oh my god, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, cause that shit made me sound clean Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree