Hooter Hoover

Yo, hoe want me back
Coupe with the rag
Boots in my bag
I do tootles in my jag
I do noodles with the bev
Shout out grandma bev
She gon' see me get this bag
Swipe his hoe right back
I see hooters get real fat
18th birthday get me tat
Get the scooter with the Mac
Fuck out Hoover with the tag
My music criteria
With the bros Nigeria
Kill you in Siberia
Fill you with bacteria
Kill you in your area

Yeah, I got shooters in Siberia
Y-Yeah, I'm counting all this guap in Nigeria

Yeah, boy, you walk with no Glock, you can't be serious (huh?)
I just hit the dash fast and furious I just jugged the plug, I left them curious
Boy, you got no opps Boy, stop it Sippin on the Wok, pour up more Wok bih
You ain't got no opps, so why you tote a Glock bih

Smoking on this blunt and this shit punchin'
I just took the Glock into the function
Ho, slow down why yo' ass rushin'
Ho, slow down while your ass rushin'

Yo, hoe want me back
Coupe with the rag
Boots in my bag
I do tootles in my jag
I do noodles with the bev
Shout out grandma bev
She gon' see me get this bag
Swipe his hoe right back
I see hooters get real fat
18th birthday get me tat
Get the scooter with the Mac
Fuck out Hoover with the tag
My music criteria
With the bros Nigeria
Kill you in Siberia
Fill you with bacteria
Kill you in your area



Credits
Writer(s): Byron Cook, Melvin Harry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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