[Lyric] Cant Dress Like This (Kryss)

Yo Kryss, haha

Don't play with my slatt
Keepin' that nine
Double 09
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo
Can't dress like this
Put a bag on a bitch (Bitch)
Put a bag on a ngga

Don't play with my slatt
Keepin' that nine
Double 09
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo
Can't dress like this
Put a bag on a bitch (Bitch)
Put a bag on a ngga

What's that belt? Hermes (Uh-huh)
What's that? New Patek (Uh-huh)
What's that? New lil' bitch (Uh-huh)
Get her super wet (Uh-huh)
Threw that bitch a bone, bone
I told that bitch, "Fetch," (Uh-huh)
Did it on my own, own
That's why they're upset (Ahh)
Chopper on my hip, these nggas still toting a TEC (Uh-huh)
That's gon' jam up on you, you gon' get shot in your neck (Uh-huh)
My gun transform to a robot, call that bitch a mech' (Uh-huh)
I ain't drinkin' tonight, baby, I'm on Percocet
You can follow me if you want to
You can swallow me if you want to
Tips hollow, and if you wanna die
Got it on me like, "fuck you" (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)

Backwoods, dank rolled
Big ass bankroll
Chains 'round my neck, feel like Django
But I'm not a slave, hoe
You should be my slave, hoe
Rollie Ronald Reag', hoe
Presidential gang, ohh

Don't play with my slatt
Keepin' that nine
Double 09
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo
Can't dress like this
Put a bag on a bitch (Bitch)
Put a bag on a ngga

Don't play with my slatt
Keepin' that nine
Double 09
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo
Can't dress like this
Put a bag on a bitch (Bitch)
Put a bag on a ngga