Hoochie's Anthem

Long nails, bamboos, gold chain
Swinging in your face, so I know you know my name
I'll dip on a nigga before I get to playing get back
You'll be lucky if I get to dripping where your lip at
I ain't come to chat, so won't you tell me where the dick at
I ain't got no shame about it if I really hit that
See a lot of cap talking about they getting to it
You ain't got to flex the cash if you really get that
Real vintage little bitch on some shit you never seen
Real skinny, real pretty when you see me on the screen
You ain't never heard a flow like this, it go like this
She look good, you should probably blow that bitch
I'm the hardest, I don't see no competition
I love me some hoes, cause they the real bad bitches
I'm a drop a few hits, get on my conscious shit
This just a little something to show you I'm the shit
The girls running the game now, so the trifes is pissed
I'll the smash the trife if I'm off the jameson
I can't be no trife's wife, no I won't commit
That's what I call these dudes cause they so trifling
He such a loser
How you get a real one and then lose her
But you going to find out how a real nigga do her
Anyway, I ain't beefing with none of y'all this summer
Just watch your mouth because I'm with all of it motherfucker
You say she ugly, she mid, and she ran through
You really mad cause that man ain't choose you
Boo hoo
He got fine friends, then choo choo
Her man mad I influence her, no YouTube
I know some girls getting some bread from giving some head
I know some girls that prefer women instead
I know these trifes like to talk but forget what they said
We some real fly girls, on some Rosie Perez
I like to ride in the bed like a pickup
Want his hands over his head like it's a stick up
I know my ex mad he was the practice round
Cause now I do it real good I ain't average now
We all start somewhere but I'm the finisher
I'll teach you how to do it, it's required that you finish her
You can call me sinister shawty I need a minister
It's time for that hoochie attire I feel it in the air

So
I got this trife that I like to call Lucy
Real fine nigga and he like to eat the coochie
We was on the phone when his tone got too deep
I asked him what's wrong and he told it all to me
You know my ole girl?
Who Chanel?
Yeah her
She on some creep shit it really got a nigga hurt
Oh word?
So I was riding with her, looking for a meal, we was starving
Pulled up to a spot, she got out the car and
She left her phone on the seat wasn't too smart then
The phone ringing it's a nigga named Marvin
Who?
That's the same shit that I said
Tried to let it slide but I can't get it out of my head
I can't break it off man I think I'm in too deep
He asked me what to do, and I told him he should do me
But that's a story for another day
I know I'm scaring these girls, so let me put the bars away
Got them so bitter, I'm uncut no scissor
I'm the one that these rap bitches fin a be sick of