HOE House

I issue dope out of my hoe house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost ****, I pour more out

Ain't your business, stay in your lane

Hey, don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout

All that back and forth talking

If it real beef, then shots goes out, yeah

That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin'

I'm cruising the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, need mine

**** 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's

I got my lil' young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don't never close

I got my lil' **** on some hot shit, riding with dracos

If they catch a charge, don't worry 'bout it, bonds, I make those

Thumbing through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro

I went crazy in Guns 'N' Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo

Though money, guns, and crime, B G E, yeah, that's my fam-o

I handle wax like a candle, pull a drive-by out a Lambo

I issue dope out of my hoe house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost ****, I pour more out

Ain't your business, stay in your lane

Hey, don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout

All that back and forth talking

If it real beef, then shots goes out, yeah

That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin'

I'm cruising the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, need mine

**** tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind

Inditement time, **** out here dropping 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' **** so behind, you need to catch up like Heinz

Diamonds, ooh, they shine, 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 a grind, ooh, I been running up iron, yeah

My watch ain't regular, I got them pointers in mine

I got a hoe 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 hoe house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost ****, I pour more out

Ain't your business, stay in your lane

Hey, don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout

All that back and forth talking

If it real beef, then shots goes out, yeah

That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin'

I'm cruising the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, need mine

**** tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind