FAKE AHH HOES

[Verse 1: BLVC SVND]
Bitch I'm rocking Jordans with the black white steed
And my sugar mama 40, she gonna pull up in that beamer
I'mma clean that pussy, then she call stanley steamer
Bitch I'm smoking bunch of woods, feel like a beaver
Smoke on that gas, lil bitch I'm smoking premium
Hoes wanna fuck 'cause they know I can beat it up
I gotta smoke that meditate so I can boot it up
I'mma call your bitch and tell her, "Toot that little pussy up"
Used to beg for a hug, now the hoes show me love
I knew this, wouldn't have these many hoes on my nuts
I don't wanna fuck, I need to stack my bills
I do not need no one, I need bands & a truck

I want ice on my wrist & a crib for my shit
I won't be like the [?] For some money & clothes (×2)

[Verse 2: TIM LYNCH]
Dis how I feel, when ya boy off the pill
I was fuckin' on your bitch and I was eatin' all your meals
Thug off the chain, I don't need me no deal
I just be with my brothers and that keep me in still
Niggas be capping, these niggas ain't real
We ain't stealin' no spot but we shootin' to kill
Fuck how you feel, me and Nas keep it real
We like Starsky and Hutch, just keep your lips sealed
Niggas like me be in the cut not givin' a fuck
Pipe down, we ain't doin' nothin', bitch nigga ain't know nothing
Talk that shit, but they ain't gon' do nothin'
Just pull up to the block and you know I'm shootin', son