Fckn Hoe
Farii, bitch
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too", we just gon'
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too"
We just gon' hate each other
I gotta get this bread for myself
No, you can't be my butter
Lil' dumb thot, lil' stupid ass lil' ho
I'm not gon' meet yo' mother
I don't want her to catch no feelings for me
Can't tell her I love her
I think I fell in love with Mary Jane
I put that za above her
My weed was only green
I hit a stain, now that bitch changin' color
I hit that shit one time
It got me floatin', now I hover, hover
I left my ex bitch in the lost and found
But I can't rediscover
I done left my ex bitch in the fuckin' past
And now she history
But why this ho, she keep callin' my phone
She say she missin' me
No, I'm lying, she ain't callin' my phone
That bitch just texting me
But I'ma leave her shit on delivered
Can't get my read receipts
Then she hit me up like
"Farii, when you comin' home?" (Boy, when you comin' home?)
I told this lil' bitch, know I'm a dog
But she can't have my bone (Damn)
Told that ho get back, get off my phone
Like, can you leave me 'lone?
And bitch I hope one day you think about me
And stumble 'cross this song (Bitch)
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too"
We just gon' hate each other
I gotta get this bread for myself
No, you can't be my butter
Lil' dumb thot, lil' stupid ass lil' ho
I'm not gon' meet yo' mother
I don't want her to catch no feelings for me
Can't tell her I love her
I think I fell in love with Mary Jane
I put that za above her
My weed was only green
I hit a stain, now that bitch changin' color
I hit that shit one time
It got me floatin', now I hover, hover
I left my ex bitch in the lost and found
But I can't rediscover
Bad, IG model say she bi'
So I told her bye
Think I broke her ego 'cause I curved her
But I told her why
She told me that she wish her man was me
I know he not that guy
He wanna be a Y2K nigga, he not that fly
Don't want no smoke, don't wanna play
Bullet gon' touch his eye
Don't want no smoke, don't wanna play
Choppa gon' take him high
He say he want that smoke, he want that pressure
Made his momma cry
I'm sorry Ms. Gladys (I had to do that shit)
I'm sorry for your loss (Fuck)
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too"
We just gon' hate each other
I gotta get this bread for myself
No, you can't be my butter
Lil' dumb thot, lil' stupid ass lil' ho
I'm not gon' meet yo' mother
I don't want her to catch no feelings for me
Can't tell her I love her
I think I fell in love with Mary Jane
I put that za above her
My weed was only green
I hit a stain, now that bitch changin' color
I hit that shit one time
It got me floatin', now I hover, hover
I left my ex bitch in the lost and found
But I can't rediscover
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too", we just gon'
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too"
We just gon' hate each other
I gotta get this bread for myself
No, you can't be my butter
Lil' dumb thot, lil' stupid ass lil' ho
I'm not gon' meet yo' mother
I don't want her to catch no feelings for me
Can't tell her I love her
I think I fell in love with Mary Jane
I put that za above her
My weed was only green
I hit a stain, now that bitch changin' color
I hit that shit one time
It got me floatin', now I hover, hover
I left my ex bitch in the lost and found
But I can't rediscover
I done left my ex bitch in the fuckin' past
And now she history
But why this ho, she keep callin' my phone
She say she missin' me
No, I'm lying, she ain't callin' my phone
That bitch just texting me
But I'ma leave her shit on delivered
Can't get my read receipts
Then she hit me up like
"Farii, when you comin' home?" (Boy, when you comin' home?)
I told this lil' bitch, know I'm a dog
But she can't have my bone (Damn)
Told that ho get back, get off my phone
Like, can you leave me 'lone?
And bitch I hope one day you think about me
And stumble 'cross this song (Bitch)
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too"
We just gon' hate each other
I gotta get this bread for myself
No, you can't be my butter
Lil' dumb thot, lil' stupid ass lil' ho
I'm not gon' meet yo' mother
I don't want her to catch no feelings for me
Can't tell her I love her
I think I fell in love with Mary Jane
I put that za above her
My weed was only green
I hit a stain, now that bitch changin' color
I hit that shit one time
It got me floatin', now I hover, hover
I left my ex bitch in the lost and found
But I can't rediscover
Bad, IG model say she bi'
So I told her bye
Think I broke her ego 'cause I curved her
But I told her why
She told me that she wish her man was me
I know he not that guy
He wanna be a Y2K nigga, he not that fly
Don't want no smoke, don't wanna play
Bullet gon' touch his eye
Don't want no smoke, don't wanna play
Choppa gon' take him high
He say he want that smoke, he want that pressure
Made his momma cry
I'm sorry Ms. Gladys (I had to do that shit)
I'm sorry for your loss (Fuck)
And she say, "Fuck you"
And I say, "Fuck you too"
We just gon' hate each other
I gotta get this bread for myself
No, you can't be my butter
Lil' dumb thot, lil' stupid ass lil' ho
I'm not gon' meet yo' mother
I don't want her to catch no feelings for me
Can't tell her I love her
I think I fell in love with Mary Jane
I put that za above her
My weed was only green
I hit a stain, now that bitch changin' color
I hit that shit one time
It got me floatin', now I hover, hover
I left my ex bitch in the lost and found
But I can't rediscover
Credits
Writer(s): Jailen Hamilton
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