Hoes Aint Just Hoes (Part 2)

[Intro: Mad Maine, Lil Bay & Nigga Creep]
Tryin' to be hard but my niggas know they ass is weak
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Tryin', tryin', tryin' to be hard but my niggas know they ass is weak
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Tryin', tryin' to be hard but my niggas know they ass is weak
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Tryin' to be hard but my niggas know they ass is weak
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Tryin' to be hard but my niggas know they ass is weak
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Tryin' to be hard but my niggas know they ass is weak
Go on, go-go on, my nigga, and put some gas to their fuckin' fire

[Verse 1: Lil Bay, DJ Sound & Nigga Creep]
Bustin' in on a nigga's ass, puttin' all that anna' on your chest (Chest) to the past
Baysta steppin' in, I'm a killer-thug
Wearin' your skulls, slangin' for drugs, smokin' that bud, What's up, cuz?
Let's go get a ho, not a bitch, mane
'Cause, niggas there's hog, of all that you know
You know how it goes (Drop off that dough)
Suckers be gettin' that dope, they think it's gon' make them real
But what they don't know, they still a ho, that dope's goin' get they ass killed
Boy, I don't be playin' when I be talkin', neither six shots from the Baysta
And the Dirty Man got the street sweeper, for all them dumb-dumb's
Makin' them bricks, crumble the crumb, shootin' up in your fuckin' house
Killed your son, he's a ho, so, bitch, you owe me one
Shoulda learned your lesson, and went off undercover
Knowin' god damn well that the Baysta ain't gon' rob no broke motherfucker
Bitches, hoes, money, go, a jack off all trades
So, ho, you know the score

[Chorus: Lil Bay]
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—

[Verse 2: Lil Noid]
Mr. DJ Sound, it ain't no thang, it's time to get it on
Misery be all in me, relievin' stress, I grabbed the phone
Call my nigga Slim with anna' on my chest to kill a bitch
Niggas strikin' anna', we gon' leave 'em stankin' in the ditch
Niggas say they down with me, and niggas say we tight as hell
Niggas ain't trill no more, busters I can't fuckin' tell
Niggas act like bitches, so I rather see them niggas dead
Leavin' you face down on the ground just for that babbage shit you said
Claimin' you a killer, it's whatever when you come to me
Niggas act like friends and all the time they be your enemy
So I watch my back, I trust no nigga of my same kind
If a nigga cross me, I'ma blast 'em where the sun don't shine
A lesson to be taught, you see, a lesson to be learned
You fuckin' with your fat ass, and Lil' Noid, you gon' get burned
Sugar be left in your nutsacks, nigga get kicked the ass crack
Ten of y'all niggas couldn't handle this shit
Monkey-ass nigga best cease back

[Chorus: Lil Bay]
Hoes ain't just-hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—

[Verse 3: Nigga Creep]
Quick, I scoot a nigga and you wonder whether who I am
Well, I'm Nigga Creep
Motherfuckers wanna try to find my identity, bitch, I keep it low-key
Never, ever stand on one word because a lotta these niggas just a lotta talk
Put your stanky-ass hand on me, bitch, better be prepared to meet my yalk
Nigga Creep, that is me, stalkin' for your fuckin' goods
Also known as L-A-D, Lurkin' After Dark in your fuckin' hood
Devilish, I don't give a fuck about a niggaro
He shit, that shit, they shit, all this shit just gotta fuckin' go
Make a motherfuckin' move, all you motherfuckers die
Don't ask why 'cause the bitch do multiply
He's got the fuckin' shit that make nigga click
So, hizzo, you'll suck this fuckin' dick
Real nigga creepin' on the motherfuckin' come-up
Better shut off or my trunk do open up
Pop in a fuckin' clip, you about to take a dip
Caught your weird lookin' ass hang on the fuckin' strip
Run on, trizzick, you's another fuckin' wannabe
See, I'm Nigga Creep, and I'm Frayser Bound
I be chillin' in the Ridge', 'cause I'm lunatic

[Interlude: Nigga Creep]
Yeah, Nigga Creep always up in this motherfucker
Sendin' shouts out to that buster-ass nigga Justin
I hate you, ho

[Chorus: Lil Bay]
Hoes ain't just, hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—

[Verse 4: GB]
Kickin' back, campaignin', mane, listenin' to some Willie Hutch
'Til the thought crossed my mind: "This nigga tried to test my nuts"
So I grabbed that Glock, and hit that dope, and now I'm in the wind
Gotta send this nigga some chrome for fuckin' with my dividends
These niggas be thinkin' that I don't be creepin'
I hold in my Glock, and I'm blastin' the clip in
My mind starts to clickin', I'm smokin' the chicken
I gotta get these boys, I'm risin' to click
Niggas out here know that I'm not goin', mane
I really hate to do it, but I will shoot that fuckin' thang
It's that time to let you know, that once again, it's the villain
Step to me wrong, and hell, yeah, it's gon' be a killin'
Ridin' with the 'Crest until the day I die, bitch
Down with the Sound, Little Yo, and the Frayser Click
Deep as pacific, you hoes can't fuck with
Bring it on, bring it on, and get your damn wig split
Always runnin' your cocksucker, tellin' a nigga what you gon' do
Hoes just ain't hoes, it's some niggas that's some hoes, too

[Outro: Bloody Bones & Lil Bay]
Fuck the-fuck the backseat, or the motherfuckin' trunk
Fuck the-fuck the backseat, or the motherfuckin' trunk
Tie him up under the motherfuckin' muffler
Do 'bout ninety over speed bumps
Hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas—
It's some niggas, it's some niggas, it's some niggas—
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas—
It's some niggas, it's some niggas, it's some niggas—
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—
Hoes ain't just hoes, it's some niggas—
It's some niggas, it's some niggas, it's some niggas—
It's some niggas, it's some niggas—