About A Chick Poem by True Pixie ...Smith

Bytch get back.
B4 ya azz get attacked.
Ima true gutta chick.
And Im known to cut a bytch.
N when I fight, bytch I do bite.

Bytch get back.
B4 ya azz get smacked.
Kept talking shyt but wasn't bout it.
Kissin on my man? Bytch...you must not understand how I roll.
A bytch like me can't let it go, a Bytch like me lose control.

He still mine.
So quit wastin ya time.
And I keep it 100 all the time.
He don't want no broke azz bytch, a bytch dat ain't bout shyt.
He want a true gutta chick, dat stay on the grind and lookin fresh all the time.
And if Im lyin Im dyin.

Model material, just look at me.
Not materialistic, but I can rock the high price shyt.
Cause baby Im high priced.
And bytch all you can rock is dat same 1 fricken outfit.
And bytch you ain't priceless you worthless.
And yo shyt is out fitted.
Bytch if you want my man, ya betta come wit it.

Bytch please step ya game up, Bytch please get ya weight up.
Like b4, but I shouldnt have to say it once more.
Quit wastin ya time, cause at the end of the day the boy is mine