Stitches - b**hmade lyrics

[Intro: Richie Stackin] Stitches, we gon' have to get 'em, these boys b**h made, Richie Stackin and Stitches, Florida boys in the house, we k**in' all you b**h made, they hatin', man, keep stack [Hook: Stitches] You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap p**y, you is a p**y When you walk by me, I smell some p**y I let my gun do the talkin' f** with me, you ain't gon' be walkin' [Verse 1: Richie Stackin] Ain't nothin' but a bunch of b**hes I'm chillin' with my dog Stitches We in the Rolls Royce talkin' business Bunch of b**hes, takin' pictures Brick in yo face, got em itchin' El Cubano, flippin' chickens Talk sh**, leave ya a** missin' Bring the whole toast, bring the whole kitchen Florida boy got ammunition Bustin' out that expedition Lil mama send a text message I told the b**h, hold on a second Hundred carats all in my necklace Got my codeine straight from Texas Three blunts, that's just for breakfast Weed game, I'm well connected Got a condo with a fish tank Yo boy got that big bank I'm all about my Ben Frank's Blowin' up, Hussein Shoot down ya plane like Ukraine You b**h made, what you sayin'? I ride the track like two trains My dog love sellin' c**aine (I LOVE SELLIN' BLOW!!!!!!!!!) [Hook: Stitches] You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap p**y, you is a p**y When you walk by me, I smell some p**y I let my gun do the talkin' f** with me, you ain't gon' be walkin' [Verse 2: Stitches] My best friend is my strap, f** with me and you get clapped My name is Stitches, you know that, I sell c**aine and crack My name be up in the stats, c**aine fly through the map My name should be "Crack", yo re-rock is wack I'm in love with c**aine (Straight up!) I'm in love with my rifle (And I'll shoot you!) They say, "That boy Stitches a psycho" My b**hes naked when they baggin' up Ain't no hoes gon' steal from us TMI Gang, my family, all my n***as will die for me I supply c**aine in the streets, and I merk these beats [Hook: Stitches] You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap You b**h made, talkin' sh** behind my back You b**h made, you gon' talk to my strap p**y, you is a p**y When you walk by me, I smell some p**y I let my gun do the talkin' f** with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'