Hoe Shit
(Dinero Tarantino)
(Xae Neptune)
(TNO bitch)
Bitch it's Meez, but you know I go by Shark
I would hate to have to pop out, boy I put your shit in park
How I'm beating bitches down, I think her pussy got some marks
GIA he certified, them VVSs off the charts
Only reason I'm tryna squash it 'cause I'm knowing we don't play fair
For example, they gon' lace your bitch's head just like they make hair
Her mans be on my boot, and I ain't talking bout no snake wear
Don't care 'bout where we at, you get your ass beat in the state fair
Diss my brodie you diss me, we taking everything he had, huh?
A beam for him, a beam for him, it's like we playing tag, huh?
Now you finna lie like I ain't seen you drop your flag, huh?
Balenci, that Armani, for exchange you want some bags, huh?
Put your mans all in that box to make a song, I feel like Roddy
Them hollow bitches burning, knock the tattoos off his body
My mans he got a chopper, hold like 30 like its Scottie
Them niggas on they ass and I'm still looking for Lil Bobby
Niggas mess it up for other niggas with that hoe shit
If you ain't TNO then don't address me on that bro shit
If you ain't try to help when I need help then you can't hold shit
Dunking on these bitches, boy I feel like Bron in '06
Reaching for that ice, he fucked around and got his brain froze
The way she suck my shit, that bitch so sloppy, she a drain pro
I can't even bap, for my first watch I bought the plain jawn
A nigga hoeing me make as much sense as when the rain grow
Bitch I been a different nigga, I'll go fuck her with my jeans on
Hit my brodie in a jack and he be quick to get them greens gone
Shout out nigga Chop, my nigga solid and he bleed stone
The way this bitch give neck, you would've thought her ass ain't need bones
Sending threats inside them texts, that's how I know you niggas rookies
Throw your mans inside this water, he get ate just like some cookies
Niggas scared to be they self, that's why I call these niggas pussies
That's why I'm staying out the way, I know them people trying to cook me
Talking to the reaper, I'm like "I don't fear nobody, I just smell bones"
Stitching niggas up and then we ship 'em like I sell clothes
Never trust nobody 'cause these niggas act like male hoes
G call, I'm at work and he like "man pick up your cell phone"
In this bitch boy, y'all niggas know who the fuck it is nigga
I'm in this bitch with Xae
What up Dinero?
Fuck what niggas talking 'bout boy
538 shit, free G, free B, come on
(Xae Neptune)
(TNO bitch)
Bitch it's Meez, but you know I go by Shark
I would hate to have to pop out, boy I put your shit in park
How I'm beating bitches down, I think her pussy got some marks
GIA he certified, them VVSs off the charts
Only reason I'm tryna squash it 'cause I'm knowing we don't play fair
For example, they gon' lace your bitch's head just like they make hair
Her mans be on my boot, and I ain't talking bout no snake wear
Don't care 'bout where we at, you get your ass beat in the state fair
Diss my brodie you diss me, we taking everything he had, huh?
A beam for him, a beam for him, it's like we playing tag, huh?
Now you finna lie like I ain't seen you drop your flag, huh?
Balenci, that Armani, for exchange you want some bags, huh?
Put your mans all in that box to make a song, I feel like Roddy
Them hollow bitches burning, knock the tattoos off his body
My mans he got a chopper, hold like 30 like its Scottie
Them niggas on they ass and I'm still looking for Lil Bobby
Niggas mess it up for other niggas with that hoe shit
If you ain't TNO then don't address me on that bro shit
If you ain't try to help when I need help then you can't hold shit
Dunking on these bitches, boy I feel like Bron in '06
Reaching for that ice, he fucked around and got his brain froze
The way she suck my shit, that bitch so sloppy, she a drain pro
I can't even bap, for my first watch I bought the plain jawn
A nigga hoeing me make as much sense as when the rain grow
Bitch I been a different nigga, I'll go fuck her with my jeans on
Hit my brodie in a jack and he be quick to get them greens gone
Shout out nigga Chop, my nigga solid and he bleed stone
The way this bitch give neck, you would've thought her ass ain't need bones
Sending threats inside them texts, that's how I know you niggas rookies
Throw your mans inside this water, he get ate just like some cookies
Niggas scared to be they self, that's why I call these niggas pussies
That's why I'm staying out the way, I know them people trying to cook me
Talking to the reaper, I'm like "I don't fear nobody, I just smell bones"
Stitching niggas up and then we ship 'em like I sell clothes
Never trust nobody 'cause these niggas act like male hoes
G call, I'm at work and he like "man pick up your cell phone"
In this bitch boy, y'all niggas know who the fuck it is nigga
I'm in this bitch with Xae
What up Dinero?
Fuck what niggas talking 'bout boy
538 shit, free G, free B, come on
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Writer(s): Armand Butler
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