Hunnit Dolla Hoe (feat. Hxncho)
I'm too fast
Get your shit blew back
Now you crying for your homie too bad
Aye yo who that
That's that nigga from the party in the burbs that got a loose cap
Where my tool at
Yeah I'm sliding today
Pull up to your crib outside wit a drake
Glizzy got a big 4-5 to your face
I swear nobody wanna try me today
No time that I waste
I shine in my state
It's fine, I ride with a nine on my waist
Trying to find me a bae
That's riding my wave
She not trying to ride then it's time to replace
This car got a hemi and that bitch don't got no time for the jakes
You think I'm a joke
You'll fly to the gates
I'm high as a kite when I slide with the a gang hold on
I ain't doing no peace treaties better get it back in blood
Smoke a opp and flame them up, we in rotation pass the blunt
Trying to die behind your gang then like a band aid patch em up
Then fuck his bitch then I'm gone post it cause low key she bad as fuck
But last time I did that shit that little bitch pussy trash as fuck
I want that double R truck with five percent and wrap it up
I might just go fuck my opp bitches I ain't make them mad enough
If they going ain't no way I'll pass it up
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Are you really a hundred dollar hoe
Niggas know I'm gone blow
Got a beam with a switch and it came with a scope
Make a fuck Nigga choke
While I'm in his bitch throat
Like two at a time say it with me Hxncho
Man I'm stepping on necks
Nigga talk get stretched
Fucked this bitch and her friend had to choose which best
Not checkers this chess
Ain't no hitting in the chest
Going all for yo head so don't come wit a vest
I hope you fucking hear me
You niggas fucking silly
I took my bitch and bossed her up that's why she fucking with me
Yeah all yo pockets empty
That's why she coming wit me
I told her pack a bag and flew her to another city
Bitch don't play
Hxncho in this bitch get lit have you dead by the end of the day
Hold on wait
Doing ninety nine in a straight
Put a fuck nigga head on his waste
Do as I say
Soon as a nigga switch up knock him out put the drum to his face
Zthis ain't no game
Niggas just really want the money don't give no fuck about this fame
Stay in yo lane
Shot a nigga straight in the head open up I can see your brain
Going insane
And I got shooters that kill they don't even gotta know your name
She got that super ratchet
Can I grab it
She got that super ratchet
Can I grab it
Gang gang
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Get your shit blew back
Now you crying for your homie too bad
Aye yo who that
That's that nigga from the party in the burbs that got a loose cap
Where my tool at
Yeah I'm sliding today
Pull up to your crib outside wit a drake
Glizzy got a big 4-5 to your face
I swear nobody wanna try me today
No time that I waste
I shine in my state
It's fine, I ride with a nine on my waist
Trying to find me a bae
That's riding my wave
She not trying to ride then it's time to replace
This car got a hemi and that bitch don't got no time for the jakes
You think I'm a joke
You'll fly to the gates
I'm high as a kite when I slide with the a gang hold on
I ain't doing no peace treaties better get it back in blood
Smoke a opp and flame them up, we in rotation pass the blunt
Trying to die behind your gang then like a band aid patch em up
Then fuck his bitch then I'm gone post it cause low key she bad as fuck
But last time I did that shit that little bitch pussy trash as fuck
I want that double R truck with five percent and wrap it up
I might just go fuck my opp bitches I ain't make them mad enough
If they going ain't no way I'll pass it up
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Are you really a hundred dollar hoe
Niggas know I'm gone blow
Got a beam with a switch and it came with a scope
Make a fuck Nigga choke
While I'm in his bitch throat
Like two at a time say it with me Hxncho
Man I'm stepping on necks
Nigga talk get stretched
Fucked this bitch and her friend had to choose which best
Not checkers this chess
Ain't no hitting in the chest
Going all for yo head so don't come wit a vest
I hope you fucking hear me
You niggas fucking silly
I took my bitch and bossed her up that's why she fucking with me
Yeah all yo pockets empty
That's why she coming wit me
I told her pack a bag and flew her to another city
Bitch don't play
Hxncho in this bitch get lit have you dead by the end of the day
Hold on wait
Doing ninety nine in a straight
Put a fuck nigga head on his waste
Do as I say
Soon as a nigga switch up knock him out put the drum to his face
Zthis ain't no game
Niggas just really want the money don't give no fuck about this fame
Stay in yo lane
Shot a nigga straight in the head open up I can see your brain
Going insane
And I got shooters that kill they don't even gotta know your name
She got that super ratchet
Can I grab it
She got that super ratchet
Can I grab it
Gang gang
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
Yeah I gotta know
Is you a hundred dollar hoe
If so i don't got a lot of those
But I got a lot of hoes
Yeah so you really gotta show
If you really gonna ride for the bros
She got that
Booty magic but it's plastic
Gang gang
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Writer(s): Adrian Morris Jr.
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