Bitch Please Lyrics & Chords By Death Grips

Who wanna catch this?
Who wanna catch this?

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

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 the curb, shut it down
Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again
Quasar game maximum, vacuum rotation spins

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

When shit goes down, I'll be there
With my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to Hell fuck if I care
Who wanna catch my droze?
Give a fuck blood, I ain't goin' nowhere
Templar night and day, live and die by the code
Code of the street, how to stay in the zone
How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone
I am the darkness creeping through your system
The lash of the whip cracking every bitch into position
Workin' you over crashing and burning in a black hole blasting out, your subwoofers are melting
Hear a bitch say, "Why's he yelling?"
Who wanna catch this gun clap?
Shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath

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

'Cause I run this lick like dogtown ripped
That raw shit like none other
Low down dirty shit shot off this hip
Death Grips, motherfucker

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people and it just don't stop
Bitch please