Song Details: If I See You in the Streets B Your a Is Done Lyrics. The name of the song is Smack a B^tch (Remix) which is sung by Rico Nasty
If I See You in the Streets B Your a Is Done Lyrics
[Rico Nasty:]
Yeah!
Yeah! (Rico, Rico)
Kenny
Sugar Trap (Yeah)
(Rule number one)
Don’t worry about a b—h who never been in your place (Huh?)
Always move in silence, never question your fate (Rule number two)
Always check in on your n___as, gotta make sure they straight (b—h!)
If I’m gettin’ money, then you know we all got a plate (We all got a plate)
Since a baby in her tummy, mama knew I was great (Yeah, knew I was great)
They can’t play me like a dummy, they know what not to take (F–k no)
F–k these n___as ’cause the money only thing I’ma chase
Time is precious, that’s the only thing I try not to waste (Yeah! Woah)
She hatin’ ’cause I’m up and you can tell on her face
I’ve been eating so much, I’ve been saying my grace
When the times was rough, I would look up and pray (Yeah)
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today (Yeah)
Oh my F–king god, smack a b—h today (No)
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
Yeah, smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today (Huh?)
Yeah, woah, smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
Huh? Smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today (Rico)
[Rubi Rose:]
Heard this silly b—h had a problem, so what’s up? (b—h)
You know I keep it tucked, if it’s up, then it’s up
I ain’t beefin’ with that b—h ’cause she never runnin’ up (Brr)
I’m way too fine to fight, but I’ll still F–k these b—hes up (Bah, bah)
If you come to the crib, you’re gonna die, ho
Pull up in that big body lookin’ like a Tahoe (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep a shooter with me, I got b—hes in Chicago (Brr)
b—hes want the smoke but don’t be poppin’ when I run down
Real b—hes rollin’ with me, pants got a hundred-fifty (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Told that b—h to come and get me when I pull up to her city
You want static, I got plenty, yeah, this s–t be gettin’ gritty
Nah, these b—hes can’t be trusted, so I never get too friendly
[Rico Nasty:]
Oh my F–king god, smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
Huh? Smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
[Sukihana:]
I feel sad for all of these dragless foot draggers
No titty saggers built like linebackers
Lyin’ on they back for free, hustlin’ backwards (Hustlin’ backwards)
You silly hoes think you’re fabulous knowin’ you’re non-factors
Comment on my page or even makin’ a status
You hoes think you bad, well, b—h, go at us
Imagine a raggedy b—h runnin’ me ragged
I’ll pimp slap a b—h tonight, no Gladys
I’m savage, I live life with no regret
Damn right, I ain’t F–kin’ ‘less they cuttin’ a check
These hoes tryna make me emotional wreck
Thank God I ain’t slap a b—h yet
[Rico Nasty:]
Oh my F–king god, smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
Huh? Smack a b—h today (Yeah, yeah)
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today (Rico, Rico, Rico)
[ppcocaine:]
I don’t wanna kiss her (Don’t wanna) and I don’t wanna miss her (Ew)
But if she keep on tryin’, I’ma have to F–kin’ diss her (F–kin’ diss her)
Claim that you a n___a, but you actin’ like a b—h (Like a b—h)
My hands is bisexual, I’ll show you how I switch (I fight boys and girls)
You b—hes making me mad and it’s gettin’ real sad (Sad)
Actin’ like a b—h n___a ’til you need a pad (Are you bleeding?)
You F–kin’ talk too much, I don’t listen, give a F–k (Give a F–k)
b—h, I’ll run you over in my F–kin’ Tesla truck (Vroom, vroom)
Kill these hoes, stab these hoes, b—h
Pop these hoes, smack these hoes (Big), b—h
I know I F–kin’ shouldn’t, but she make me hella mad
Smack that b—h and her mama and I’ll even smack her dad
[Rico Nasty:]
Oh my F–king god, smack a b—h today (Woah)
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
Yeah, smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today (Huh?)
Yeah, woah, smack a b—h today
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
Huh? Smack a b—h today (Yeah, yeah)
Thank God I ain’t have to smack a b—h today
