2 hoes on me
Inna club, I got 2 poles on me
Brand new pants, this some new Comme on me
Say you don't know me but I bet ya hoe know me
Need me a belt, pants sagging 'cause my pockets got heavy
Hop in that Benz, it was days I was riding that Chevy
You and yo friend, Ima knock y'all both down if you let me
She showing out doing all of these tricks, think she tryna impress me
Blow some bands onna bitch
Blow some bands onna fit
Blow some bands on her wrist
She gone dance on it
Yeah
She gone dance onna dick
Brand new pants don't even fit
Got the gimp hoodie zipped up
I look like the klan wit the Rick
Yeah, I hate niggas like a Nazi
Onna roll bitch, who gone stop me?
Miss my old bitch, why she block me?
Hit the hoe then send her to the lobby
Niggas hatin' on me but they watch me
Niggas hatin' on me but thet copy
Yeah my pants Jun Takahashi
Vintage Bape all down my body
New Bathing Ape, Baby Milo, Ima count it up
I be counting money with my eyes closed
Yeah yo main bitch, that's my side hoe
All white whip, Albino
Leave 'em red-lining like a typo
Smoking dope that's why my
Eyes low, I can't even see these niggas
Thanking God 'cause I don't gotta be these niggas
I know the real, no you can't deceive me nigga
Call ya hoe, she gone pull up and please me nigga
Call me Jackass, she must think I'm Stevie nigga
Life a game and my mode is on easy nigga
I said I was next, you ain't believe me nigga
She gone eat the whole dick like she greedy nigga
She gone eat it up, Ima beat it up
Ima nut all on her, she gone clean it up
When I'm inna club, got the heater tucked
She be braggin' on it, Can I see or what?
Bitch I'm too high, I can't even nut
When I'm done wit her, she gon keep in touch
In that 4matic, ain't no keeping up
Petal to the metal ain't no easing up
Since a kid I been swaggin'
You just now gettin' guap, I been havin'
2 hoes on me
Inna club, I got 2 poles on me
Brand new pants, this some new Comme on me
Say you don't know me but I bet ya hoe know me
Need me a belt, pants sagging 'cause my pockets got heavy
Hop in that Benz, it was days I was riding that Chevy
You and yo friend, Ima knock y'all both down if you let me
She showing out doing all of these tricks, think she tryna impress me
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2 hoes on me
Inna club, I got 2 poles on me
Brand new pants, this some new Comme on me
Say you don't know me but I bet ya hoe know me
Need me a belt, pants sagging 'cause my pockets got heavy
Hop in that Benz, it was days I was riding that Chevy
You and yo friend, Ima knock y'all both down if you let me
She showing out doing all of these tricks, think she tryna impress me
Blow some bands onna bitch
Blow some bands onna fit
Blow some bands on her wrist
She gone dance on it
Yeah
She gone dance onna dick
Brand new pants don't even fit
Got the gimp hoodie zipped up
I look like the klan wit the Rick
Yeah, I hate niggas like a Nazi
Onna roll bitch, who gone stop me?
Miss my old bitch, why she block me?
Hit the hoe then send her to the lobby
Niggas hatin' on me but they watch me
Niggas hatin' on me but thet copy
Yeah my pants Jun Takahashi
Vintage Bape all down my body
New Bathing Ape, Baby Milo, Ima count it up
I be counting money with my eyes closed
Yeah yo main bitch, that's my side hoe
All white whip, Albino
Leave 'em red-lining like a typo
Smoking dope that's why my
Eyes low, I can't even see these niggas
Thanking God 'cause I don't gotta be these niggas
I know the real, no you can't deceive me nigga
Call ya hoe, she gone pull up and please me nigga
Call me Jackass, she must think I'm Stevie nigga
Life a game and my mode is on easy nigga
I said I was next, you ain't believe me nigga
She gone eat the whole dick like she greedy nigga
She gone eat it up, Ima beat it up
Ima nut all on her, she gone clean it up
When I'm inna club, got the heater tucked
She be braggin' on it, Can I see or what?
Bitch I'm too high, I can't even nut
When I'm done wit her, she gon keep in touch
In that 4matic, ain't no keeping up
Petal to the metal ain't no easing up
Since a kid I been swaggin'
You just now gettin' guap, I been havin'
2 hoes on me
Inna club, I got 2 poles on me
Brand new pants, this some new Comme on me
Say you don't know me but I bet ya hoe know me
Need me a belt, pants sagging 'cause my pockets got heavy
Hop in that Benz, it was days I was riding that Chevy
You and yo friend, Ima knock y'all both down if you let me
She showing out doing all of these tricks, think she tryna impress me
Inna club, I got 2 poles on me
Brand new pants, this some new Comme on me
Say you don't know me but I bet ya hoe know me
Need me a belt, pants sagging 'cause my pockets got heavy
Hop in that Benz, it was days I was riding that Chevy
You and yo friend, Ima knock y'all both down if you let me
She showing out doing all of these tricks, think she tryna impress me
Blow some bands onna bitch
Blow some bands onna fit
Blow some bands on her wrist
She gone dance on it
Yeah
She gone dance onna dick
Brand new pants don't even fit
Got the gimp hoodie zipped up
I look like the klan wit the Rick
Yeah, I hate niggas like a Nazi
Onna roll bitch, who gone stop me?
Miss my old bitch, why she block me?
Hit the hoe then send her to the lobby
Niggas hatin' on me but they watch me
Niggas hatin' on me but thet copy
Yeah my pants Jun Takahashi
Vintage Bape all down my body
New Bathing Ape, Baby Milo, Ima count it up
I be counting money with my eyes closed
Yeah yo main bitch, that's my side hoe
All white whip, Albino
Leave 'em red-lining like a typo
Smoking dope that's why my
Eyes low, I can't even see these niggas
Thanking God 'cause I don't gotta be these niggas
I know the real, no you can't deceive me nigga
Call ya hoe, she gone pull up and please me nigga
Call me Jackass, she must think I'm Stevie nigga
Life a game and my mode is on easy nigga
I said I was next, you ain't believe me nigga
She gone eat the whole dick like she greedy nigga
She gone eat it up, Ima beat it up
Ima nut all on her, she gone clean it up
When I'm inna club, got the heater tucked
She be braggin' on it, Can I see or what?
Bitch I'm too high, I can't even nut
When I'm done wit her, she gon keep in touch
In that 4matic, ain't no keeping up
Petal to the metal ain't no easing up
Since a kid I been swaggin'
You just now gettin' guap, I been havin'
2 hoes on me
Inna club, I got 2 poles on me
Brand new pants, this some new Comme on me
Say you don't know me but I bet ya hoe know me
Need me a belt, pants sagging 'cause my pockets got heavy
Hop in that Benz, it was days I was riding that Chevy
You and yo friend, Ima knock y'all both down if you let me
She showing out doing all of these tricks, think she tryna impress me
Writer: Bryce Hill
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