HOE House

I issue dope out of my ho house I count money and blow smoke out I fuck groupies, I sell shows out I lost niggas, I pour more out Ain't your business, stay in your lane Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout All that back and forth talkin' If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin' I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't mine Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind You ain't my kind, pussy stand in line Don't call my phone, when you do I hit decline See shots gon' go out, they gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I'm at Pappadeaux I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don't ever close I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin' with dracos If they catch a charge don't worry 'bout it, bonds I make those Thumbin' through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that's my famo I handle wicks like a candle Pull a drive-by out a Lambo I issue dope out of my ho house I count money and blow smoke out I fuck groupies, I sell shows out I lost niggas, I pour more out Ain't your business, stay in your lane Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout All that back and forth talkin' If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin' I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't mine Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind Indictment time, niggas out here droppin' dimes I'm somewhere layin' low with my feet up on recline Don't pay no mind, I'm just worried 'bout me and mine You wasn't straight from the start You a fraud, I peeped the signs You lil niggas so behind You need to catch up like Heinz Diamonds, ooh they shinin' Invested fifty in my time I walk in Christian Loub's, spike on my shoe like porcupine Hitters in the trap spot, holdin' choppers, lookin' out blinds, yeah I'm on the grind, ooh I been runnin' up iron, yeah My watch ain't regular, I got them pointers in mine I got a ho that's a dime, she never get out of line She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn She can get fired I issue dope out of my ho house I count money and blow smoke out I fuck groupies, I sell shows out I lost niggas, I pour more out Ain't your business, stay in your lane Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout All that back and forth talkin' If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin' I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't mine Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind