Manners lyrics

[Intro]
That's it right there, Gnealz

[Chorus]
I got hoes, yeah that b*tch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, f*ck your b*tch, I got no manners
I got hoes, yeah that b*tch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta, damn
I got hoes, f*ck your b*tch, I got no manners
I got hoes, yeah that b*tch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta

[Verse]
I ain't got no manners, oh, b*tch, I'm popping Xanax, damn
My plug speak in Spanish, oh, blunts look like Havana, damn
Mix it with a Xanax, moonwalking like Michael Jackson
Drag a Sport up in that coupe, I'm serving, swerving out of traffic
And yeah, I'm from southeast, got a Glock, making bodies drop
Smokey on another kill streak, I don't give a f*ck
Yo, I bang my b*tch, suck me then she f*ck my squad
b*tch don't know my name, Google me then give me top
I got hoes dropping knees like they deathrows
I got gas inside my wood and Gucci on my clothes (Yeah)
b*tch, don't touch my lean, shut your mouth then give me dope (give me dope)
I just touched that kilo, KG Smokey at that bold
b*tch, you ugly, I ain't throwing ones up on that pole
I need Xans, I need this lean, I jumped it for a stove (finesse)
I feel like Tony 'cause I'm drenched inside Versace rolls (Versace)
I don't do this for the hoes, I do this for my bros (Squad)
[Outro]
19o4 gang sh*t, you know what I'm saying?
f*ck your b*tch in the throat
KG f*ck a hoe, Smokey and Joey Trap, get it right stupid