[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you this my love
Scared little b*tch, please
Look check this out
I’m one of the realest n*ggas left out there
You think I’m gonna miss my chance of becoming a real n*gga
By telling you who really did it
When I know who did it, but I’m not gonna tell you
Cuz I’m gonna take charge
That’s what real n*ggas do
But the game f*cked up out here
You a hoe hoe (hoe hoe)
Biggie smalls you a genius
[Chorus:]
You ain’t bout that life, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
You ain’t a real n*gga, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
You ain’t bout that life, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
Instead of talking to them broads, you a hoe (you a hoe boy)
[Verse 2:]
You ain’t a real n*gga, you a b*tch (you a b*tch)
pus*y n*gga why you grabbing your di*k (pus*y)
Word on the streets, you a snitch (you a snitch)
You got a purse and a dress, you a b*tch (you a b*tch)
N*ggas mad cuz I’m famous, you n*ggas mad cuz you’re not
b*tches mad that I did it again and b*tch is not hot
pus*y n*gga licking when you act cuz you’re fake
You got sugar and your taking you ain’t bustin a drake b*tch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Said I’m a know
Let me shout out
I’m all about a dollar
These n*ggas they out here mad cuz I’m f*ckin they baby mamas
Yous a hoe boy
I let em know, boy
I’m here proving you jocking rappers every show boy
Now, get off my di*k cuz I don’t do the fake sh*t
Break sh*t from turnt up, turnt up bottles till I face lift
If it go up in this thing, I’ll beat you on my own bottles
N*ggas stuck it for a chick
You just a Buster Bro model
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Listen, first of all, I don’t f*ck with no f*ck boys
If you hang with them you might be a f*ck boy
My bad, everybody ain’t a real n*gga
I thank God every day cuz I’m a real n*gga
You see this big old 40 Glock it will deal with ya
I’m from the south side boy I’ll deal with ya
I’m a street n*gga trying to get a meal ticket
Out ya, head first that’s how I live n*gga
[Chorus]
[Verse 4:]
Boy you a hoe but I ain’t talking no garden equipment
You got pure b*tch in your blood
Prick his finger and test it
Boy you a hoe hoe and a half
You and your armies make me laugh
You ain’t no click your staff
And your hoes ain’t loyal, organization was spoiled
It was over hoe you all sucked a Thomas
You a hoe, you know you’re a hoe
You gave a plug name and confront about it folks
[Chorus]
[Verse 5:]
First of all, this some real n*gga sh*t
How you trippin on your n*gga when it comes to a b*tch
You a hoe boy, check your hoe boy
Play with me n*gga, I’m gonna tag your toe boy
I f*ck with the jackers all the pistol packers
All real n*ggas, ain’t no mother f*cking actors
Smoked those hallows, while line follows
b*tch played with my bread
Hoe you won’t see tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Scared little b*tch, you a hoe hoe out here