Death Grips - Bitch Please
[Intro]
Who wanna catch this?
Who wanna catch this?
[Hook]
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't
[Verse 1]
Drop it like-
Oh yeah, that's so trashy
How low can you go?
How dirty can you get? Nasty, fucker
Drug through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Whip it
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
Shut it down
Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again
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Along with “Double Helix,” this is MC Ride’s braggadocio, a street-wise anthem directed towards any “bitch” who might question Ride’s talent, assuring that he drops only “Real shit for [his] people,” and, of course, name-dropping his crew, Death Grips.