Too many hoes in my face now
Too many hoes that think they run the damn place now
Talkin' hoes that only get it face down
Talkin' hoes that you don't want to make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a
Face down, on the ground
Missing persons, dead found
That be you and your motherf*cking crew
Lead in they chest, shoulda worn a vest
Still feelin' bless? Motherf*cker better than the rest
Shootin' shots, f*ckin' thots
While my robots on the pavement
Moving for the payment
Killin' mans only getting flagrant
Tons of bricks in my basement
Mans try to run adjacent
Walking thru the big mans in the house
Too many hoes in my face now
Too many hoes that think they run the damn place now
Talkin' hoes that only get it face down
Talkin' hoes that you don't want to make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a
Commotion, that's my middle name, I'm jokin'
She just wanna yank up on my chain, she gropin'
I'm just tryna get up in the bank with a wad of checks
Movin' units, broads you just gotta buy em' gifts
You just gotta send them .gifs, Oh they laughin' huh
Like I'm her pastor, bless up then I pass her off
But when she hear my name
She still get mushy like some applesauce
Like I'm the new and improved Asher Roth
Too many hoes in my face now
Too many hoes that think they run the damn place now
Talkin' hoes that only get it face down
Talkin' hoes that you don't want to make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a sound
You don't wanna make a