Cheetah Print (feat. Lil Wudy)

I got a bad hoe, she all in her bag

Yo hoe call me dad hoe, got you hella mad

I been poppin' tags at restaurants, you know I'm eating steak

Your hoe, she be gaggin' on my d, she said I own her face

Bad bih grip my nina

She think I'm a cheater

Just so that hoe trust me, I went and put her in some cheetah

I think she tryna f, she cheated on her man with me

Bi- think she in luck, I went put Prada on her feet, woah

Texting like okay, bih gone give me face

He just said his whip was fast so we just did a race

Gang be toting on them sticks, they toting on them K's

Pourin' up some drank, I said hoe get out my face, oh

She just told me pull up, I said, b- I'm in that Wraith

Ten mil' Glock get you sprayed lil' b, I said, no face, no case

Got racks like Justin Bieber, got a bad hoe, her name Keisha

I gotta jumping like cheerleader

They can't see what I see in you, that's why I ain't cheated

This lil' b- got me feindin, oh

I got a bad hoe, she all in her bag

Yo hoe call me dad hoe, got you hella mad

I been poppin' tags at restaurants, you know I'm eating steak

Your hoe, she be gaggin' on my d, she said I own her face

Bad bih grip my nina

She think I'm a cheater

Just so that hoe trust me, I went and put her in some cheetah

I think she tryna f, she cheated on her man with me

B- think she in luck, I went put Prada on her feet, woah

I'm sorry I cannot change, gun on me no range

Bad bitch give me brain, bad bitch give me face

Feel like Waka Flocka, ayy, flocka up flame

Smokin' good dope, this is not regular

I'm in a foreign, that bitch wanna fuck me

I hit her once, now that bitch look ugly

Phoebe went up, now labels wanna sign me

Give me more money, you know where to find me

I took a Xan, I don't know where the time went

Hoe shut the fuck up with all of that nonsense

Fly as a bitch, I feel like Mary Poppins

Can't kick the cup, I spilled lean on the carpet

I got a bad hoe, she love me regardless

Ballin' like 2018 James Harden

I got a bad hoe, she all in her bag

Yo hoe call me dad hoe, got you hella mad

I been poppin' tags at restaurants, you know I'm eating steak

Your hoe, she be gaggin' on my d, she said I own her face

Bad bih grip my nina

She think I'm a cheater

Just so that hoe trust me, I went and put her in some cheetah

I think she tryna f, she cheated on her man with me

B- think she in luck, I went put Prada on her feet, woah