Choosing Fee (feat. Yung X & Kt Foreign)

Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe But I refuse to sing about a 304 Fuck the bitch, make a song about the dough Add me up, I got blues like a loc I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was fuckin' up your loaf Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes A choosing fee, there's no free route Aye, bitch, I talk real dirty, I got a mud mouth Bitch, I like high heels with the buns out Hoe, I can get chose with my mouth closed To get pi is 16 x 304 Aye, bitch, now I'm back on beat We was slidin' to the west, now we back on east Aye, I put a lot of hoes back on feet Truth will set you free but get you killed for tellin' on me Aye, I need a hoe, not a new bae You be doin' what you want instead of what I say All this talkin' back and forth, don't get no pape Once you free, there's no comin' back, no second takes Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Once you free, there's no comin' back, no second takes Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe But I refuse to sing about a 304 Fuck the bitch, make a song about the dough Add me up, I got blues like a loc I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was fuckin' up your loaf Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes A choosing fee, there's no free route Me, I'm a real 16 I get happy every time I check her cheese Her ex folks mad, cause he ain't no pro Her ex folks mad, cause he don't check no dough This pink Maserati, love to paint E-14 I was on Fig, checkin' 10 out a snow My last foot was addicted to the snow But not addicted to this yimpin', so that bitch had to go, go, go Aye, money on the floor It's money through the door, I'm up a hundred plus more I charge fees, that's just how that game go Free fuckin' you, bitch, that's a no-no Do you know who I am, baby I'm a pro member A Maserati blockbender Uh, a true-born go-getter So watch what you say to a yimp, bitch Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe But I refuse to sing about a 304 Fuck the bitch, make a song about the dough Add me up, I got blues like a loc I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was fuckin' up your loaf Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes A choosing fee, there's no free route Put her on my program, picked her up off Rosecrans Heavy bag, hand in here, it look better in my hands Look, baby, before I let you choose, you gotta pay me Yeah, yo, nigga blew the bag, you still went back That's janky Aye, stomp down, I like to paid bitch A net goer, roadrunner, she gon' pay here Look, if you ain't got no trap, you gotta stay there I can smell a renegade comin' with some pape near Main street on pimp mode with two hoes I'm footed up, I hit Fig and confiscated two more I'm sorry, brother, you could have her later if you want her Broke on her, then I left her on the corner Yeah, aye aye, I feel like Capolow If you really got a bag, then stop cappin', hoe Real stomper, I ain't fuckin' with no f** one Before you ask my choosin' fee, have your bag up Keep askin' me to make a song about the hoe But I refuse to sing about a 304 Fuck the bitch, make a song about the dough Add me up, I got blues like a loc I got gas in this blunt, cheesecake, oreo Where your folks, bitch, I heard that he was fuckin' up your loaf Put it here, lil' baby, I could use some new toes A choosing fee, there's no free route