Hoe Test

[Intro]
(Boy, it's [?] Angels Beats)
(Damn, Frosky, you fuckin' 'em up)
(Wait, [?] made this?)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Got her tryna leave her nigga, she know he can't shit like me
Lab pendants off the frosty Cartis, bitch, the kit icy
Fuck her, got the switchie on the back, you know the blick spicy
I be doggin' hoes, I ain't speakin' to no bitch nicely
Militia-type time, we up dog shit
If we see a sack around, you know we gon' all blitz
I ain't say a thing, hoes hoppin' on my balls quick
Glock with the switch, lightbulb, get your dog lit
Rockin' shit that you don't see in store
I could throw the lob up, I know my dogs, they'll score
We got rich nigga vibes, all my opps lookin' poor
Bitch, I'm jumpin' off the roof, I see the cops at the door

[Verse 2]
My chop be tryna blow anybody like a whore
I'm about to go deliever this baby like a stork
You tryna ride my wave, go get a boat and an oar
Man, these niggas don't step how I step, I'm gettin' coins
I get the pack and make it disappear, hocus pocus
You in the trap, come to the White House 'cause I'm the [?]
I'm with some niggas throwin' up gang signs, we gotta protest
First thing I asked her "Can I fuck?", that's my ho test
Now she gave me bird brain, I'm finna get you your own nest
Bro hold the FN with two hands, you know I know best
These bullets'll turn your kevlar into a foam vest
I'ma just fuckin' kick her out, you let the hoes vent
You a shoulder to cry on
I'm petty, I don't let bygones be bygones
I'm finna set him up for a shootin' like a tripod
And I just hit another stain, I need a Tide pod