Hood Bitch (Clapback) Lyrics By Famous Twinsss
These bitches toilet tissue soft
I’m the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, bitch
Drop your addy on the way
And I ain’t killing shit, bitch
’cause bitch know where I stay
All these hoes don’t like me
Give two fucks ’bout what they say
And you hoes be sucking dick
So don’t put me in yo rap
How you talking all that shit
But know you really cap?
I’m gone beat yo ass to sleep
And I’m gone take you off the map
And I heard she want my head–
Now here I go now, where you at?
On my life, you looks a mess
Why you chasing for the clout?
Let me call up on yo nigga
And rub my cat all on his mouth
I’m gon’ fuck him in yo bed
And take his money when he dip
So don’t speak on me again
’cause on my life, you fucking tripped
On my life, you fucking wack
You can’t knock me for some sack
I see yo bed sit on the floor
I see that mattress in the back
Told that lil’ bitch I’m the goat
And that hoe thought I was cap
Heard that bitch ‘she from the O’
And, bitch, I’m all over the map
Anybody wanna fight?
On my life, I want the smoke
Bitch, I put that on yo kids
And yo baby daddy throat
And you know he ate my cat
And he ate it from the back
Then he took me to the mall
I made that nigga spend a stack
Tell that hoe “don’t call my phone”
’cause that bitch, she out of place
Bitch, he let me drive your car
He coming home, he on the way
On my life, you niggas green
And you know it’s “fuck the law”
All you niggas got that shit
And I can’t fuck you niggas raw
Tell that bitch she better move
’cause you know I’m with the shit
Count money, turn me on
You hoes can have that petty dick
No, I had to write a song
No, I had to drop a diss
So you better leave me ‘lone
Before you end up in a ditch
Make yo folks say “R.I.P”
Heard you stay on D.I.P
And a hoe can talk her shit
But ain’t no hoe gon’ fuck wit me
These bitches toilet tissue soft
I’m the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, bitch
Drop your addy on the way
Cap ass hoe
You cap as fuck talking ’bout
You got 50 racks on our head
Cut that shit out, bitch
You ain’t talking ’bout shit, on God
You just talking ’bout how you
Went to ATL and Orlando
Bitch, cut that shit out
Pull up, hoe. Pull up, pull up
We all want the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch