Sorry sir
Damn that bitch is a thot she cannot be mine
Damn that bitch is a thot she cannot be mine
No no doubt that bitch is a thot she cannot be mine
I'm gonna shoot a nigga in his spine
He ain't on shit that boy he lying
Got like 2 hoes side by side
Nigga fake he not gon' slide
I can't f*ck with hoes they discuss me
Huh, got that draco on the side if he gon' touch me
Huh, I got Versace on my body, this boy's musty
I can't f*ck with hoes, I can't cry about a bitch
I can't lie about a bitch
Ten bands in my pocket just to flex up on this bitch
Just to flex up on you bitches
I got a hundred K Ap it's right on my wrist huh
And you was at work I was out, f*cking your bitch huh
I cannot f*ck with that bitch, cause she for the bros
And I don't believe in no love, they be acting like hoes
These niggas be broke, they out sad, cause they want clothes
Get a tissue, wipe your nose,
When we leaving, grab the pole
Grab a 30 let it blow
You know we rocking out the show
You a hoe and we know,
Baby, yeah, you a pro
And you know I'm in my glow
What I say, yeah, it goes
Oh woah
Oh woah
Let it go
Oh wow