Take your lil hoe to the woods Thinkin' bout pourin' a ten and then killin that shit and then spark up a Wood
Ask your hoe if she leave with me Nigga don't even ask cause that bitch Probably would
Pourin' that mothaf*cka drink,
Out the mothaf*cka pint
And she saying it's good
Oh no shawty don't kiss me
We good
Fell more safe
When I'm up in they hood
Lil Trap hoe named Crystal, took her Out back to the lake
And baby she comin' with me cause I'm throwin' them hundreds
And shawty she love BabyDre!
And baby she sayin' she seein' me all In her dreams like I'm freddy but
I be a late
She mad at me cause I treat her like The rest of the hoes
But she don't know I'ma be great
Yeah, I know what you did last Summer
Yeah, still haven't decided her fate Tell lil hoe bring my money
Yeah, cause I put her up on that blade
Shawty she stabbin' my mothaf*cka Back out of pity
I think she in love with the blade
Yeah, I'm in love with the Glock 19
And titties,
But really in love with the Drac
Huh, blow up her phone, she won't Answer
When she pick up, man, I'm like, Whats up
Yeah, look at yo hoes, she rub up my Pants
I think yo lil bih booted up
Yeah, he want smoke, he not wantin No cancer
Huh, I'm already high, zooted up
Yeah, if bitch in the party and dancin
On my granny kids,
Shoot that bitch up
Huh, yeah, bro, Ridin wit' a Glock in My pants
My nigga, I love to tote G
My baby she saying
She wanna come out to Jamaica
I flew this bitch right overseas
No I aint text hoe, hope she could just Get over me
I'm shawty, she lovin' the spirit
Of Halloween nigga said, why you go' ghost up on me
Huh
All I just hang wit is reapers
If I really just want nigga dead
And we under his bed
All a sudden my choppa
Gon' eat you, yeah
Lil bad Mexican hoe said come over
Lil mamacita
I just love countin that green, I gotta blow up
I'm feelin taking yo hoe to the woods
Thinkin' about pourin' a ten
And then killin' that shit and then Spark up a wood
Ask yo hoe if she leavin' with me
Nigga, don't even ask, cuz your hoe Probably would
Pourin' that muthaf*ckin' drink
Out the muthaf*ckin' pint, she sayin' It's good
Oh no shawty, don't kiss me, we good
Feel more safe when im up in they
(Hood)
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Take your lil hoe to the woods Thinkin' bout pourin' a ten and then killin that shit and then spark up a Wood
Ask your hoe if she leave with me Nigga don't even ask cause that bitch Probably would
Pourin' that mothaf*cka drink,
Out the mothaf*cka pint
And she saying it's good
Oh no shawty don't kiss me
We good
Fell more safe
When I'm up in they hood
Lil Trap hoe named Crystal, took her Out back to the lake
And baby she comin' with me cause I'm throwin' them hundreds
And shawty she love BabyDre!
And baby she sayin' she seein' me all In her dreams like I'm freddy but
I be a late
She mad at me cause I treat her like The rest of the hoes
But she don't know I'ma be great
Yeah, I know what you did last Summer
Yeah, still haven't decided her fate Tell lil hoe bring my money
Yeah, cause I put her up on that blade
Shawty she stabbin' my mothaf*cka Back out of pity
I think she in love with the blade
Yeah, I'm in love with the Glock 19
And titties,
But really in love with the Drac
Huh, blow up her phone, she won't Answer
When she pick up, man, I'm like, Whats up
Yeah, look at yo hoes, she rub up my Pants
I think yo lil bih booted up
Yeah, he want smoke, he not wantin No cancer
Huh, I'm already high, zooted up
Yeah, if bitch in the party and dancin
On my granny kids,
Shoot that bitch up
Huh, yeah, bro, Ridin wit' a Glock in My pants
My nigga, I love to tote G
My baby she saying
She wanna come out to Jamaica
I flew this bitch right overseas
No I aint text hoe, hope she could just Get over me
I'm shawty, she lovin' the spirit
Of Halloween nigga said, why you go' ghost up on me
Huh
All I just hang wit is reapers
If I really just want nigga dead
And we under his bed
All a sudden my choppa
Gon' eat you, yeah
Lil bad Mexican hoe said come over
Lil mamacita
I just love countin that green, I gotta blow up
I'm feelin taking yo hoe to the woods
Thinkin' about pourin' a ten
And then killin' that shit and then Spark up a wood
Ask yo hoe if she leavin' with me
Nigga, don't even ask, cuz your hoe Probably would
Pourin' that muthaf*ckin' drink
Out the muthaf*ckin' pint, she sayin' It's good
Oh no shawty, don't kiss me, we good
Feel more safe when im up in they
(Hood)
Ask your hoe if she leave with me Nigga don't even ask cause that bitch Probably would
Pourin' that mothaf*cka drink,
Out the mothaf*cka pint
And she saying it's good
Oh no shawty don't kiss me
We good
Fell more safe
When I'm up in they hood
Lil Trap hoe named Crystal, took her Out back to the lake
And baby she comin' with me cause I'm throwin' them hundreds
And shawty she love BabyDre!
And baby she sayin' she seein' me all In her dreams like I'm freddy but
I be a late
She mad at me cause I treat her like The rest of the hoes
But she don't know I'ma be great
Yeah, I know what you did last Summer
Yeah, still haven't decided her fate Tell lil hoe bring my money
Yeah, cause I put her up on that blade
Shawty she stabbin' my mothaf*cka Back out of pity
I think she in love with the blade
Yeah, I'm in love with the Glock 19
And titties,
But really in love with the Drac
Huh, blow up her phone, she won't Answer
When she pick up, man, I'm like, Whats up
Yeah, look at yo hoes, she rub up my Pants
I think yo lil bih booted up
Yeah, he want smoke, he not wantin No cancer
Huh, I'm already high, zooted up
Yeah, if bitch in the party and dancin
On my granny kids,
Shoot that bitch up
Huh, yeah, bro, Ridin wit' a Glock in My pants
My nigga, I love to tote G
My baby she saying
She wanna come out to Jamaica
I flew this bitch right overseas
No I aint text hoe, hope she could just Get over me
I'm shawty, she lovin' the spirit
Of Halloween nigga said, why you go' ghost up on me
Huh
All I just hang wit is reapers
If I really just want nigga dead
And we under his bed
All a sudden my choppa
Gon' eat you, yeah
Lil bad Mexican hoe said come over
Lil mamacita
I just love countin that green, I gotta blow up
I'm feelin taking yo hoe to the woods
Thinkin' about pourin' a ten
And then killin' that shit and then Spark up a wood
Ask yo hoe if she leavin' with me
Nigga, don't even ask, cuz your hoe Probably would
Pourin' that muthaf*ckin' drink
Out the muthaf*ckin' pint, she sayin' It's good
Oh no shawty, don't kiss me, we good
Feel more safe when im up in they
(Hood)
Writer: Andre Harris
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