Boy come get your hoe, she out her lane
Out here suckin dick while you on ball and chain
I don't give a f*ck about what these lil hoes say
Sit down lil G let me put you on game
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
That bitch took your chips, she think you a simp
That ain't your family either you just payin bills
She alienates you from your friends, says they talkin shit
Waits for the second of the month to go out suckin dick
Take your cape off, these hoes can't be saved bruh
She runnin game, she know we ain't built the same cod
You could be pullin hoes off nothin but your face card
You used to be a savage, she made you a lame guy
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Y'all be on that hoe shit
Bet you don't talk with your throat slit
Nothin but a hoe, bitch
Blood up on the scene, y'all on that "whoa" shit
Dope boy with a whole brick
Walk up on your house, I got a problem show that you a bitch
Poppin out the corner with that knife inside my f*ckin fist
I'm stabbin cause I wanna feel that puncture in your f*ckin skin
Runnin out the backdoor but my homies got it blocked in
You ain't goin nowhere cause my homies got it locked in
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
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Boy come get your hoe, she out her lane
Out here suckin dick while you on ball and chain
I don't give a f*ck about what these lil hoes say
Sit down lil G let me put you on game
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
That bitch took your chips, she think you a simp
That ain't your family either you just payin bills
She alienates you from your friends, says they talkin shit
Waits for the second of the month to go out suckin dick
Take your cape off, these hoes can't be saved bruh
She runnin game, she know we ain't built the same cod
You could be pullin hoes off nothin but your face card
You used to be a savage, she made you a lame guy
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Y'all be on that hoe shit
Bet you don't talk with your throat slit
Nothin but a hoe, bitch
Blood up on the scene, y'all on that "whoa" shit
Dope boy with a whole brick
Walk up on your house, I got a problem show that you a bitch
Poppin out the corner with that knife inside my f*ckin fist
I'm stabbin cause I wanna feel that puncture in your f*ckin skin
Runnin out the backdoor but my homies got it blocked in
You ain't goin nowhere cause my homies got it locked in
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Out here suckin dick while you on ball and chain
I don't give a f*ck about what these lil hoes say
Sit down lil G let me put you on game
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
That bitch took your chips, she think you a simp
That ain't your family either you just payin bills
She alienates you from your friends, says they talkin shit
Waits for the second of the month to go out suckin dick
Take your cape off, these hoes can't be saved bruh
She runnin game, she know we ain't built the same cod
You could be pullin hoes off nothin but your face card
You used to be a savage, she made you a lame guy
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Y'all be on that hoe shit
Bet you don't talk with your throat slit
Nothin but a hoe, bitch
Blood up on the scene, y'all on that "whoa" shit
Dope boy with a whole brick
Walk up on your house, I got a problem show that you a bitch
Poppin out the corner with that knife inside my f*ckin fist
I'm stabbin cause I wanna feel that puncture in your f*ckin skin
Runnin out the backdoor but my homies got it blocked in
You ain't goin nowhere cause my homies got it locked in
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Boy don't call my phone bout some hoe shit
It don't matter what they sayin or what they did
They think they gang but the really be on that lame shit
Soon as you put that cape on you'll be on that same shit
Writer: Douglas Wilkins, Jonathan Bivens
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid