Hoe Shit

Damn, damn, damn Bitch, bitch, bitch Pull some of that bass out Bruce Prolly shoulda went to school, I went the hard way (The hard way) I remember fucking bitches in the hallways (In the hallways) "Prolly never gonna make it", what they all say (What they all say) Now I walk in Neiman Marcus and I ball, baby (And I ball, baby) I can't even trust the homies 'cause we all shady ('Cause we all shady) Steady giving niggas passes, boy, you Tom Brady (Tom Brady) I done made a half a ticket and it's gone, baby (And it's gone, baby) But a nigga still balling, shit beyond crazy (Shit beyond crazy) Who gon' be there in the end when it's gone? (When it's gone) If you my homie, why you never call my phone? (Call my phone) If we can't do it I'ma get it on my own (On my own) I could drop like thirty thousand, get you gone (Get you gone) I'm sick of rapping so I'm talking on my songs (I'm talkin') In real life you just popping on yo' phone (You ain't) Internet niggas, Instagram thugs You was on yo' couch, I blew twenty in the club, for real (Big bands, nigga) I could turn a good girl to a sex worker (To a sex worker) If a nigga try to rob me, I'll attempt murder (I'll attempt murder) I just play the cards I was dealt, nigga (I was dealt, nigga) Tryna play me? Go play yourself, nigga (Play yourself, nigga) Say I'm living too fast but I disagree You don't see this two-liter with a six of lean? (Pink poppin') Watch yo' back, niggas change like the seasons (Like the seasons) I'ma up this forty Glock, give me a reason (I'ma up it) These niggas dick riding, on some ho shit (on some ho shit) I've been getting to this money, on my grown shit (on my grown shit) I done made myself a bag, I don't know shit (I don't know shit) And why these niggas think they on? They ain't on shit (they ain't on shit) We rock designer, boy, I been did that (I been did) Pulled out twenty thousand, made it all right back I got this thirty in my pants, that's why I walk like that I got this VV's in my mouth, that's why I talk like that I'm on the one-ten doing one-ten (skrrt) I'm at the Ritz with yo' bitch and her ho friends (her ho friends) I just popped a Percocet She ain't got no chance (she ain't got no chance) I give her real nigga dick, not no romance (no romance) I let some money hit the floor Watch 'em pick it up (watch 'em pick it up) I pull this pistol out my denim Make you give it up (make you give it up) I'm going crazy, pray that I won't murder a nigga All these niggas is my sons I get to birthing you niggas, ha (I get to birthing you niggas) I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me Let's get into it, one of us gon' have to be deceased pew, pew, pew) Have your family Instagram with them RIP's Finna put this nigga face on a all-white tee I can't help it, dollar signs, boy, that's all I see They rather see me on my back but I'm on my feet (ayy, ayy) But I'm on my feet, they rather see me on my back but I'm on my feet Niggas dick riding, on some ho shit (on some ho shit) I've been getting to this money, on my grown shit (on my grown shit) I done made myself a bag, I don't know shit (I don't know shit) And why these niggas think they on? They ain't on shit (they ain't on shit) We rock designer, boy, I been did that (I been did) Pulled out twenty thousand, made it all right back I got this thirty in my pants, that's why I walk like that I got this VV's in my mouth, that's why I talk like that, nigga