Truce - want me Lyrics

Yeah, I don't know what this hoe want from me
Yeah, I get bands now all the hoes want me
They wanna f*ck me, I'm getting money
She wanna' love me
Told that hoe, you need oven mitts if you wanna' touch me
I'm gon' send my shooters
Better pray they miss and you lucky
Come get your hoe nigga
She keep calling me her hubby
Bitch I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
Yeah, my cup too muddy
You can get beat up, beat up, beat up
If you think you act tuffy
Yeah, yall niggas not my buddies
Call up Tali, turn you to a dead man
Yuh, I make that pack do a handstand
I'm with lil Bry, we counting some bands man
Smoking on za, it go to my head man
Why you niggas be so fed man
Chop to your head, now you sped man
Ain't no R.I.P, f*ck your rest man
Shoutout ROP, my brothers
I do this shit for my mother
Lil bitch, I'm on the come up
Yeah, you niggas never seen commas
Yeah, she on her knees like the Dalai Lama
I'm in the presidential, feel like I'm Obama
I'm in Cali where they growing that grabba
I'm making cash, you making nada
I'm mix the bags with the Miharas
Better run fast, glock finna' hawk you
I'm in all black, feel like the Nara
I'm in ATL like R.I.P Takeoff
I call up my shooter take your face off
COD guns, yeah I walk you down I got that ACOG
Choppa like an Asian by the way it like to eat dog
I've been in the field, I jump up off the porch like leapfrog
Niggas wanna beef with me
I told em' boy it's not that deep dog, yeah
(It's not that deep dog, yeah)
Yeah, I don't know what this hoe want from me
Yeah, I get bands now all the hoes want me
They wanna f*ck me, I'm getting money
She wanna' love me
Told that hoe, you need oven mitts if you wanna' touch me
I'm gon' send my shooters
Better pray they miss and you lucky
Come get your hoe nigga
She keep calling me her hubby
Bitch I'm geeked up, geeked up, geeked up
Yeah, my cup too muddy
You can get beat up, beat up, beat up
If you think you act tuffy