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[Intro]
That's it right there, Gnealz

[Chorus]
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch, I got no manners
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta, damn
I got hoes, fuck your bitch, I got no manners
I got hoes, yeah that bitch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta

[Verse]
I ain't got no manners, oh, bitch, 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 fuck
Yo, I bang my bitch, suck me then she fuck my squad
Bitch 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)
Bitch, 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
Bitch, 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 shit, you know what I'm saying?
Fuck your bitch in the throat
KG fuck a hoe, Smokey and Joey Trap, get it right stupid