Decent Company - Why You Bitchin' (2019 Demo) Lyrics

Yeah yeah
F*ckin ignorant shit
Picture me on some f*ckin
Gold mansion
Golden pillars
Bitches with feathers feedin me grapes type shit
I got visions of me loungin
Golden pillars in my houses
Stole ya bitches they my bouncers
They holdin figures n my ounces
Them bitches be feedin me grapes
All of them bitches be lickin my face
Them bitches be down with the tape
All of them bitches be diggin in crates, ay
Stick to dealin, figured f*ck a deal
Ain't appealin when you fukn real
Cousin, love ain't in this thug religion
Give a shit bout what the f*ck you feel
Won't get by if I ain't stackin figures
Give a f*ck about ya bitch opinions
Won't deny it, I know why they hate it
This shit gotchu thinkin, how the fuk you livin
I'm pushin em, pushin them things
I'm pushin them things
Im pickin up bread
The sugar, the sugar, the rings
The sugar, the rings
I stick up the set
I picture them, picture them things
I picture them things
I'm sick in the Head
I think of these, think of these things
I think of these things
I pick up the pen
Sick of givin no receivin
I be takin then I'm leaving
I be eatin all 4 seasons
It remind me why i'm breathin
I be livin for the heathens
Demon, yeah I got my reasons
Speakin, hussle in my thesis
Know da company be decent
Beat da beat up into pieces
F*ck your missus, f*ck your mums n
F*ck your daughter, f*ck your neices
On her knees she call me jesus
Jesus christ she want the penis
Men are from mars I'm goin to venus
On this face you see the genius
Even the gods they can't defeat us
I'm pushin em, pushin them things
I'm pushin them things
Im pickin up bread
The sugar, the sugar, the rings
The sugar, the rings
I stick up the set
I picture them, picture them things
I picture them things
I'm sick in the Head
I think of these, think of these things
I think of these things
I pick up the pen
Ay
She don't like makeup on
I don't like that either
I like to see her walk naked in my adidas
She knows how to turn the heat up
And I know how to f*ck the street up
My niggaz be movin that thang
Pushin that thang and rockin that thang
And when we hit the club we makin it rain
Makin it rain
I know bitches that dance
I know Niggas that stand
In the corner
And they all about it
Yeah I said they all bout that
All about that
Iggie thuggish shit
They ain't with that talkin shit
I swear to god you run yo mouth you gonna get it
Some of us are known for makin 'em hits, ah
And some of us are known for stealin your bitch
Why you bitchin, B-b-b-bitchin
Why you bitchin, B-bitchin
Why you bitchin, B-b-b-bitchin
We killin shit my nigga why you bitchin
Why you bitchin
Why you bitchin and shit
Why you bitchin
Why you snitchin and shit
Why you bitchin
Why you bitchin and shit
Why you bitchin
So why you bitchin and shit
Yeah yeah
I'm pushin em things
Shit
Why you bitchin and shit
Yeah
Decent company bitch
That shit was decent
Yeah that shit was decent as f*ck yeah
Morris b
Uncle Nameless
Iron Monkey bitch