Bad Hoe. (feat. SGS $irg) Video (MV)

Sirg, f*ck you
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a-got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
I'm off these drugs, i'm catching a fever
I'm spinning they block, we shot finna bleed 'em
Up-up the chop on a f*ck nigga leave 'em
He thought he was save but my shooters gon' see 'em
Yea, I don't need that hoe, no
She wan' take a photo
Palm Angels on my coat
If he run up i'm a blow-oh
Boy I cannot go-oh
Nigga what you know-oh
My switches end in bullet holes
And choppas that came with a scope
No I cannot go-oh
Run up I won't fold
Nigga you get sent to god
Send that boy right to the sky
Why would you even try?
Run up on me, you gon' die
Big glock with a red dot
Up pole catch a head shot
Bitch I be loving these bands
I can't love a hoe, been talked to my manz
Know she don't wan' talk, so I f*cked on her friend
These niggas be broke, they can't show me a band
She wanted to f*ck but still got a man
I carry a glock it stay in my pants
I roll down ski I cannot take a chance
That bitch is a freak, throwing ass on the gram
Uh, bitches be fanned out fanned out
They don't want the smoke, man down man down
We caught that boy lackin', ran down ran down
She wanted to link now her hands in my pants now
Uhh, I don't want you i'm so sorry
I get crazy of Bacardi
She wanna run, she wanna party
Shaking shit just like she Cardi
Smoking on strands now strands now
Do it myself f*ck a handout handout
I said i'm outside spin now spin now
Break down the door told 'em get down get down
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a bad hoe, she cheater
Got a-got a-got a bad hoe, she a sleeper
She a cheater but i'm gon' keep her
Got a bad hoe, said she wan' me cuff her, bitch you moving fast hoe
Imma bring her in, just like I got lasso
She gon' suck the dick, while I smoke this grass hoe
Yes she is a bad hoe but she just like my last hoe
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a-got a bad hoe, I don't need her
Got a bad hoe, I don't need her
I'm off these drugs, i'm catching a fever
I'm spinning they block, we shot finna bleed 'em
Up-up the chop on a f*ck nigga leave 'em
He thought he was save but my shooters gon' see 'em
Yea, I don't need that hoe, no
She wan' take a photo
Palm Angels on my coat
If he run up i'm a blow-oh
Boy I cannot go-oh
Nigga what you know-oh
My switches end in bullet holes
And choppas that came with a scope