EBKSoto - B!tch Shoppin (feat. K. Sebastian) Lyrics

Ayy, I see they peep the way I'm rockin', tryna knock it but they can't
Bad bitch give me noggin', told her put it in my hand
And I think this bitch from rockin', I can take it to the land
Out in the H, hundred degrees, but I'm still cool in the fan

What you sayin', well it's like 30 to get in, might throw a band
I'm like, f*ck it with your man, ain't doin' just know I can
Said she f*ckin' with my music, I'ma pass to my mans
And I'm steppin' in exclusive, baby, we don't do the Vans

These is Rick O, I'd be mad till she sing my song
How the bitch know, used to rap to my mom
Now I got some big shows, why she tryna say she from AZ
But she from Fresno, why keep around if she gon' choose

Let her choose, let the bitch go
We don't know that, man, why would we let you in the func
We don't know your clan, baby, I need y'all, I can't hold your hand
Think you need to find a nerd, baby, ain't you heard

Lately bought the uhh, we tryna sip the pain
Play this lil' bitch, then give her a hug like it's okay
Brody, that is not in a wokhardt, that's Minute Maid
Baby, I'm just here to have fun, let's get that straight

Now she f*ckin' with the next man, I'm on the next, bitch
Out in L.A. with this bitch, Pearl necklace
B.B. Simon on me, had it tight and this ain't Texas
Slidin' to the funk, I get it jumpin' like I pressed X

Bitch, we bout to get it poppin', you can catch me on Rodeo
Cuz, bitch, I'm star shoppin', don't compare me to the rest
Cuz, all y'all, albums floppin', I'm just killin' rap game
Like my name was John Stockton, give a f*ck about my ex

Bitch, I'm movin' to the next, I ain't worried bout these bitches
Cuz I only want the check, doin' so well, ho, I ain't gotta flex
All this ice on my neck, bout to leave you bitches wet
Heard your nigga tellin' lies, you go R2 like a gun shootin

Block your bitch ass like Odell with a spike move
You be tryna ride my wave, I leave your ass behind
Give a f*ck about the money, bitch, it's all about my time
I ain't worried bout shit, long as my nigga's doin' fine

I don't do the phone calls, just to hear your bitch ass cry
Cut your ass up, leave you bald like you Caillou
Don't say we homies, lil' nigga, I don't like you
Got a 50 piece on me, right now, bitch, I might shoot

Watch who you trust, cuz these niggas just might spike you
It's a cold world,They'll, like some dog food
Shoutout to the ones who still ride, we gon' be up soon
Ayy, we gon' be up soon

We gon' eat you like some dog food
Ayy, Soto X Slimmy , stay tuned, we droppin' soon, man