Def Jam Vendetta
Okay, okay that penny pinching suspect
I think you a broke hoe
You don't understand me it's shit you don't know
I was trying to tell her, go get a four for four yeah
Bitch I'm on the road in a roadster, yeah
I got hoes copping lows they got bows sir
Got a hoe on the low my hoe don't know her
I'm trying to troll on the net, I'm a jocer
Made a video giving neck, I'm a joce her
Been in love like five years still ain't post her
Got evil sides of me I probably should have told her
Want see the inside of my crib bitch come over
She want really see the inside
I got a bitch five three selling three fives
I was trying to meet her at the seaside
Shawty got a bag she got turnt up selling feline
And she got some dogs in the kennel trying to creep huh
Trying to get them off it ain't really nothing to me huh
Country ass nigga putting rims up on a Nissan
Going fast as I want I be ignoring all the street signs
Green ass nigga be ignoring all the street signs
Busting down a woke bitch she throwing up peace signs
White girl was bussing that was back in Master P times
Niggas seen the risk and niggas went to copping Ps now
Really need some M's told that nigga put them G's down
Coach had took em out the game couldn't get no rebound
She told me it's that time of the month she about to bleed out
Too much fucking motion in the ocean like a sea now
Labels made him sell his soul he only got 300 thousand
Get so fucking high when I light this blunt I'm not coming down
Trackhawk 200 on the dash crash it right now
Def Jam Vendetta none of these rap niggas don't fight now
Twin said he only 13 he ready to pull the pipe out
That bitch ain't use to text back she tweaking trying to type now
Get behind the wheel I probably crash this bitch I might die
He ain't even kill nobody just seen it on fox five
My new bitch she love me she just put me in her top five
Bitch I'm number one them other niggas they is not I
That bitch know you green she gone slime his ass out every time
Thot ass bitch a gold digger she squeezed him out of every dime
White boy trying to kill people his ass been watching Jeffrey Dahmer
30 floors up in the penthouse that's why that hoe steady hollering
These niggas not playing fair the ref don't see that steady fouling
She gone see the cuban link and fuck but it's fake diamonds
He telling people his grill was thirty thousand but that ain't Johnny
All these bitches bootleg I ready think they made in China
Them hoes want be Jayda Wayda back in the day was Blac Chyna
He steady be rap capping that shit not true he just rhyming
I think you a broke hoe
You don't understand me it's shit you don't know
I was trying to tell her, go get a four for four yeah
Bitch I'm on the road in a roadster, yeah
I got hoes copping lows they got bows sir
Got a hoe on the low my hoe don't know her
I'm trying to troll on the net, I'm a jocer
Made a video giving neck, I'm a joce her
Been in love like five years still ain't post her
Got evil sides of me I probably should have told her
Want see the inside of my crib bitch come over
She want really see the inside
I got a bitch five three selling three fives
I was trying to meet her at the seaside
Shawty got a bag she got turnt up selling feline
And she got some dogs in the kennel trying to creep huh
Trying to get them off it ain't really nothing to me huh
Country ass nigga putting rims up on a Nissan
Going fast as I want I be ignoring all the street signs
Green ass nigga be ignoring all the street signs
Busting down a woke bitch she throwing up peace signs
White girl was bussing that was back in Master P times
Niggas seen the risk and niggas went to copping Ps now
Really need some M's told that nigga put them G's down
Coach had took em out the game couldn't get no rebound
She told me it's that time of the month she about to bleed out
Too much fucking motion in the ocean like a sea now
Labels made him sell his soul he only got 300 thousand
Get so fucking high when I light this blunt I'm not coming down
Trackhawk 200 on the dash crash it right now
Def Jam Vendetta none of these rap niggas don't fight now
Twin said he only 13 he ready to pull the pipe out
That bitch ain't use to text back she tweaking trying to type now
Get behind the wheel I probably crash this bitch I might die
He ain't even kill nobody just seen it on fox five
My new bitch she love me she just put me in her top five
Bitch I'm number one them other niggas they is not I
That bitch know you green she gone slime his ass out every time
Thot ass bitch a gold digger she squeezed him out of every dime
White boy trying to kill people his ass been watching Jeffrey Dahmer
30 floors up in the penthouse that's why that hoe steady hollering
These niggas not playing fair the ref don't see that steady fouling
She gone see the cuban link and fuck but it's fake diamonds
He telling people his grill was thirty thousand but that ain't Johnny
All these bitches bootleg I ready think they made in China
Them hoes want be Jayda Wayda back in the day was Blac Chyna
He steady be rap capping that shit not true he just rhyming
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Writer(s): Ashton Butler
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