[Intro: Richie Stackin] Stitches, we gon' have to get 'em, these boys bitch made, Richie Stackin and Stitches, Florida boys in the house, we killin' all you bitch made, they hatin', man, keep stack
[Hook: Stitches] You bitch made, talkin' shit behind my back You bitch made, you gon' talk to my strap You bitch made, talkin' shit behind my back You bitch made, you gon' talk to my strap Pussy, you is a pussy When you walk by me, I smell some pussy I let my gun do the talkin' Fuck with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'
[Verse 1: Richie Stackin] Ain't nothin' but a bunch of bitches I'm chillin' with my dog Stitches We in the Rolls Royce talkin' business Bunch of bitches, takin' pictures Brick in yo face, got em itchin' El Cubano, flippin' chickens Talk shit, leave ya ass 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 bitch, 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 bitch made, what you sayin'? I ride the track like two trains My dog love sellin' cocaine (I LOVE SELLIN' BLOW!!!!!!!!!)
[Hook: Stitches] You bitch made, talkin' shit behind my back You bitch made, you gon' talk to my strap You bitch made, talkin' shit behind my back You bitch made, you gon' talk to my strap Pussy, you is a pussy When you walk by me, I smell some pussy I let my gun do the talkin' Fuck with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'
[Verse 2: Stitches] My best friend is my strap, fuck with me and you get clapped My name is Stitches, you know that, I sell cocaine and crack My name be up in the stats, cocaine fly through the map My name should be "Crack", yo re-rock is wack I'm in love with cocaine (Straight up!) I'm in love with my rifle (And I'll shoot you!) They say, "That boy Stitches a psycho" My bitches naked when they baggin' up Ain't no hoes gon' steal from us TMI Gang, my family, all my niggas will die for me I supply cocaine in the streets, and I merk these beats
[Hook: Stitches] You bitch made, talkin' shit behind my back You bitch made, you gon' talk to my strap You bitch made, talkin' shit behind my back You bitch made, you gon' talk to my strap Pussy, you is a pussy When you walk by me, I smell some pussy I let my gun do the talkin' Fuck with me, you ain't gon' be walkin'