I Miss My Bitch

[Intro]
My bitch
Where's my bitch?
Damn, I miss my bitch
Where is my bitch?
I miss my bitch
Where is my bitch?
Okay
(Rock that shit the fuck out, Hariroc)

[Verse]
It's 4 a.m., I'm up thinkin' 'bout my bitch
I want my dick sucked
I want my dick wet
Where my bitch at?
She gettin' hit right now?
Nah, let me hit her jack right now
Nah, fuck that ho
Might call up another bitch
Huh, I don't give a fuck 'bout that bad bitch
But I can't fuck with no average bitch (But I can't fuck with no ho below like a seven or an eight, I mean an eight)
Huh, damn, I miss my bitch
Huh, damn, I miss my bitch
I know she miss me too 'cause I be droppin' dick
And she catch a fit when I ain't droppin' dick
So I gotta pull up on that ho and drop some dick
I miss my bitch, yeah
I miss my bitch, yeah
I miss my bitch, yeah
I miss my bitch, yeah
I miss my bitch
Glock 26
I miss my bitch
I miss my bitch, Glock 26
Glock 30 with the—
Nigga coughin' on the track and shit, my fault
But I'm right back in
Let me go back in
Glock with thе 30
And I got that Mac-10
And I'm ready to hit a nigga ass up, hit him with the MAC-Gen
I'on know what thе fuck a MAC-Gen is, but we done made it up
Nigga, damn, lil' Tony fuckin' made it, bruh
Nigga, they thought I wouldn't make it, bruh
Now I fuckin' made it, bruh
Pull up on his ass, sent his ass to Satan, bruh
Thought his ass was a demon, huh?
'Til I showed him Haitian, bruh
Did his—, nah, I ain't even gon' say it
Shout out to the Haitians, I fuck with the Haitians
Fuck with the Haitians
Yeah, if it's smoke, then it's smoke, nigga, let's choke
Wait, nah, fuck nigga, don't choke
Pull up on his ass smoke, bow
Did his ass like a poke
Dead nigga (Dead bitch)
Haha

[Outro]
Shout out that boy Hariroc for making this beat
Man, this just a lil' freestyle, havin' fun, man
I miss my bitch, you know what I'm sayin', man?
You is a whole bitch
(Rock that shit the fuck out, Hariroc)
I'm just playin', I miss you bae
Bow
Damn, I miss my bitch, I know she miss me too
'Cause guess what?, I be pullin' up droppin' dick, and now I'm rich
Nigga, I'm out in Buckhead eatin' Hawaiian rolls with the bros
In my spot like a fuckin' Bnb or some shit
Like, but not the type
That you know like you book the Bnb and that shit like
It got a sink in the hallway and shit, like
Like shit like that, like
The real one
I'm talkin' 'bout the real, we really livin' like my spot got a keyboard, key-pass, passco—
I don't even got no key, I got a passcode
Fuck nigga
Yeah