Lyrics: Hope tabane
Music: Hope tabane
yeah yeah
yeah , told that hoe ts ain't for me
the way that she act u know she freak
Piss in cup and i piss in my dreams
I been smoking stank and smoking on green
my hoes they be models u cannot compete
when I walk in the mall you know that its me
I put it on you I aint miss
I put it on just look at my drip
I put it on I'm flexing my wrist
me and luke we too locked in
Stupid hoe she hurt wrist
told that hoe i can't trip bout a bitch
told that hoe she can kill her self
told that hoe she needs some help
needs some help, going to hell
She did me wrong she going to hell
told her that she going to hell
(yeah)she flexin that mason margiela
too damn high she smokin on gas
smokin on stank she keeps smoking gas
me and brothers we robbin a bank
I know my niggas i know they wont tell
look at my wrist it's frozen as hell
look at my heart it's cold as hell
fuxked that bitch inside a hotel
She think that I'm her man
I swear on momma I ain't gon tell
I'm not snitch you know I won't tell
I'm with my shooters we coming to y'all
shoot at this niggas they goin to hell
goin to hell , goin to hell