HOOTERS Lyrics
Bitch i'm back turned up to the max, pimpin' countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows nigga when I let them out this mac
Whole-whole-whole gang eating good Hooters we got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat, got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back
This that playa shit you don't know nothing about
I don't say too much just say enough bet a bitch gon buss it down
I don't gotta prove shit let them folks figure it out
Make me pull up on a [?] show you how quick shit go south
It's my way or no way bitch that ain't up for discussion
If you don't make more money than me then you can't tell me nothin'
Where did i keep them K's you think i was in the klan or did I
(gotta finish)