SiLLYHOES lyrics

[Verse]
My big bros they tote them sticks, hoe
Hella hoes wit' me, I got hella hoes
Silly hoes, you can't get my number, no
My b*tch up in Givenchy, home from Fashion Nova
My lil' b*tch, she super bad all over
I'm not f*cking with these hoes, nah, not them hoes
If I f*ck on that b*tch, then she might go tell, yeah
And they don't get how we livin', ha
Bring the Gucci out, I don't need no Gucci nah
f*ckin' hoes, yeah, bro, I'm just f*ckin' 'em
Bro, I need that cash, don't need no Zelle, yeah
Huh, these hoes all gon' tell, yeah
I step way too filthy, I don't smell though
Yeah, your lil' b*tch she want me, I can tell, bro
Huh, yeah, lil' bro I can tell, yeah
These hoes all gon' tell, huh
These hoes all gon' tell, yeah
These hoes all gon' tell, yeah
These hoes all gon' tell, yeah