Left a Valuable Hoe

(Bop, bop, bop) Yeah, ayy, ayy Uh (Bop, bop, bop) (Frrt, bop, bop, bop) Yeah, ayy, ayy Uh, yeah (Bop, bop, bop) If you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go Elf ass bitch ain't finding my gold Spending my valuable time with hoes Spending my time with valuable hoes Treating that ho like Mary and Joseph, shit, yeah You know how they get when you touch they soul Cut her off, I want her back, I get her back, I chase the hoes (Bop, bop, bop) I did her wrong, but can't let go She said "Don't chase these basic hoes, At least get you some grateful hoеs" (Bop, bop, bop) Yeah, I don't wanna waste my time, bе verbal Simply state your motive, damn Bitch, I need some closure Lowkey, need you far from me Highkey, I just want you closer My bread longer than the eye can see (Bop, bop, bop, bop) The richer I get, the more at peace All my gang getting twenty a piece All my fanboys talk at once, yeah And if you wanna be with the boy, you should know where to go Elf ass bitch ain't finding my gold Spending my valuable time with hoes Spending my time with valuable hoes Treating that— (Uh) Stayin' up in the night, I was hopin' and prayin' None of my niggas was checkin' on me Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail How 'bout you run up a check for yourself? I don't wanna feed no grown ass man I don't wanna teach no grown ass man Repeatin' myself only make me madder Quality shorty, that's all that matter (Yeah) Tryna go back to the nigga I was (Gang), I miss those days, ayy-ayy Puffin' away, I need me a buzz to deal with the pain To deal with the rain Maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain Maybe a new bitch'll make it better Maybe a Cuban'll make it better Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' weather Tryna go back to the nigga I was, I miss those days, sheesh Who am I kidding? Share my love, she said, "Good riddance" I don't get love from the female species That's why all my songs sound written Shorty been fillin' the void, I never avoid her Brand new— (Ayy) Brand new bitch for the brand new order Bitch in the whip, she never record me Live in the moment, that media corny Tryna go back to the nigga I was I don't feel good if my mind ain't buzzed I don't feel safe, where the fuck my blick? Gang, maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain Maybe a new bitch'll make it better Maybe a Cuban'll make it better Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' weather, gang (Yeah) Stayin' up in the night I was hopin' and prayin' None of my niggas was checkin' on me Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail I had a— (Uh, gang) Yeah, I don't wanna teach no grown ass man I don't wanna feed no grown ass man Repeatin' myself only make me madder Quality shorty, that's all that matters (Gang, ayy)