Bitch I'm back hoe
Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe
Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe
I heard yous a bitch who's talking shit, come get some hands hoe
Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro
Dive in the pit, no swan bitch
I'm bouta blow like a bomb bitch
Out in LA with the palm trees
Look at my neck, it's on freeze
Brand new fit, told'em peep my stance
Told that hoe she ain't in my plans
Brand new J's, but I still rock Vans
S14, can't get no lamb
They wanna peep my money, my chain, my swag, my flow, like goddamn
Yo bitch swinging round us, goin down on us, she scream like tarzan
Fiver percent tint on the whip, with an all black fit, got me feeling like batman
Hop on that beat, go loco, bitch I go crazy, think I'm a madman
Bitches think they Carti, saying "Imma die lit"
I can't die young, paranoia, keep a stick, aye
Yo bitch poppin pussy, I be poppin on my hits
You get disrespectful, watch you crumble like a ritz
Bitch I'm back hoe
Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe
Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe
I heard yous a bitch who talking shit, come get some hands hoe
Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro
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Bitch I'm back hoe
Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe
Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe
I heard yous a bitch who's talking shit, come get some hands hoe
Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro
Dive in the pit, no swan bitch
I'm bouta blow like a bomb bitch
Out in LA with the palm trees
Look at my neck, it's on freeze
Brand new fit, told'em peep my stance
Told that hoe she ain't in my plans
Brand new J's, but I still rock Vans
S14, can't get no lamb
They wanna peep my money, my chain, my swag, my flow, like goddamn
Yo bitch swinging round us, goin down on us, she scream like tarzan
Fiver percent tint on the whip, with an all black fit, got me feeling like batman
Hop on that beat, go loco, bitch I go crazy, think I'm a madman
Bitches think they Carti, saying "Imma die lit"
I can't die young, paranoia, keep a stick, aye
Yo bitch poppin pussy, I be poppin on my hits
You get disrespectful, watch you crumble like a ritz
Bitch I'm back hoe
Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe
Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe
I heard yous a bitch who talking shit, come get some hands hoe
Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro
Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe
Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe
I heard yous a bitch who's talking shit, come get some hands hoe
Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro
Dive in the pit, no swan bitch
I'm bouta blow like a bomb bitch
Out in LA with the palm trees
Look at my neck, it's on freeze
Brand new fit, told'em peep my stance
Told that hoe she ain't in my plans
Brand new J's, but I still rock Vans
S14, can't get no lamb
They wanna peep my money, my chain, my swag, my flow, like goddamn
Yo bitch swinging round us, goin down on us, she scream like tarzan
Fiver percent tint on the whip, with an all black fit, got me feeling like batman
Hop on that beat, go loco, bitch I go crazy, think I'm a madman
Bitches think they Carti, saying "Imma die lit"
I can't die young, paranoia, keep a stick, aye
Yo bitch poppin pussy, I be poppin on my hits
You get disrespectful, watch you crumble like a ritz
Bitch I'm back hoe
Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe
Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe
I heard yous a bitch who talking shit, come get some hands hoe
Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro
Writer: Chris Rivera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid