Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
Ohh Woahh
It's us
We did it we won, let's go
You ain't got no money you broke
You just got to get off a show
I'm thumbin the racks fosho
I'm movin the pack for low
I put a tag on his toe
I get them racks while yo bag depleting
Calling my phone said she wanna come see me
All of these diamonds hit you like it's 3D
These bitches be copying my swag tryna be me
All of my diamonds water like it's Fiji
Yuh, yo bitch dirty
Yuh, and she tryna f*ck on me
Yuh, I'm like O-M-G
Big glock hummin like BO3
Bitch I'm dying D-I-E
Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
I said yap in my hand and I'm ready to get up and blow
I'm in the backseat with a hoe
I got a choppa it came with a scope
G6 got me off my line
Ready to f*ck, please don't waste my time
1-800 hit my hotline
I've been so giddy
I miss my time my treesh
Roll up the wood smoke the weed
Double up the cup I sip the lean
I know, all this talkin on my name this ain't feel
Hit a hoe, went to the curb, she commin back, bitch what's the riddle
Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
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Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
Ohh Woahh
It's us
We did it we won, let's go
You ain't got no money you broke
You just got to get off a show
I'm thumbin the racks fosho
I'm movin the pack for low
I put a tag on his toe
I get them racks while yo bag depleting
Calling my phone said she wanna come see me
All of these diamonds hit you like it's 3D
These bitches be copying my swag tryna be me
All of my diamonds water like it's Fiji
Yuh, yo bitch dirty
Yuh, and she tryna f*ck on me
Yuh, I'm like O-M-G
Big glock hummin like BO3
Bitch I'm dying D-I-E
Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
I said yap in my hand and I'm ready to get up and blow
I'm in the backseat with a hoe
I got a choppa it came with a scope
G6 got me off my line
Ready to f*ck, please don't waste my time
1-800 hit my hotline
I've been so giddy
I miss my time my treesh
Roll up the wood smoke the weed
Double up the cup I sip the lean
I know, all this talkin on my name this ain't feel
Hit a hoe, went to the curb, she commin back, bitch what's the riddle
Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
Ohh Woahh
It's us
We did it we won, let's go
You ain't got no money you broke
You just got to get off a show
I'm thumbin the racks fosho
I'm movin the pack for low
I put a tag on his toe
I get them racks while yo bag depleting
Calling my phone said she wanna come see me
All of these diamonds hit you like it's 3D
These bitches be copying my swag tryna be me
All of my diamonds water like it's Fiji
Yuh, yo bitch dirty
Yuh, and she tryna f*ck on me
Yuh, I'm like O-M-G
Big glock hummin like BO3
Bitch I'm dying D-I-E
Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
I said yap in my hand and I'm ready to get up and blow
I'm in the backseat with a hoe
I got a choppa it came with a scope
G6 got me off my line
Ready to f*ck, please don't waste my time
1-800 hit my hotline
I've been so giddy
I miss my time my treesh
Roll up the wood smoke the weed
Double up the cup I sip the lean
I know, all this talkin on my name this ain't feel
Hit a hoe, went to the curb, she commin back, bitch what's the riddle
Bitch you is not involved
Drippin my hoe out in Vogue
Half of yall don't even know, that I'm getting up, and yall stayin low
Six feet, money stand tall
No I don't like you at all
That little hoe from the lot, woah
I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, frontin that bitch from the right
Yeah I cannot post up with a bitch I don't even like
Hoe I'm finna up that fye, if you don't comply
That hoe sendin mixed signals, I cannot decide
Writer: nick yates
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