Hoe Ass

Lyrics

[Intro] (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) (Let's get a bag) [Chorus: AllStar JR] Boy, get your ho ass killed She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built 'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet (Flexin' on that bitch, hold up) She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back Boy, get your ho ass killed She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built 'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back Let's get a what? [Verse 1: AllStar JR] I just spend thirteen thousand goin' on a shoe mission Damn near thought I went shopping for me and you niggas Can't pronounce the name of this Lamb', it's like two-fifty Niggas twenty deep in the club, they got two bitches Give me twenty feet in the club, I got a few issues Ain't gon' be discreet if you bummy, bitch, I got two pistols I can make you wanna boss up, you got a few minutes Every nigga who sellin' dope ain't got a few chickens Niggas think the car nice as hell 'til it get chewed up Back pourin' two fours a day, this shit be too much OVO signs out the window when niggas scoot up Give everybody in gang Drac', we call it crew love [Chorus: AllStar JR] Boy, get your ho ass killed She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built 'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back Boy, get your ho ass killed She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built 'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back Let's get a what? [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Don't be duckin', we sliding Rollie flooded in diamonds First two months of '22, bitch, I made hundreds of thousands Man, these fuck niggas crazy, for that chicken, we fry 'em At the spot with dog shit, count up two hundred and fast Maybach truck or the Rover Come from nothing but overs Bro be steppin' 'bout that fetti, you get slumped if you owe us They gave lil' cuz twenty-six 'cause he was turnt in Dakota Took the Forgis off the 'Vette so I could stomp on the motor Bitch, I was raised by the streets We looked up to Big Meech You pop a pill to go on drills, I don't need nothin' to tweak Drop eighty racks on a Presi', play with bales like I'm Screech My brodie got that strong dog, shit gon' sell on a leash [Chorus: AllStar JR] Boy, get your ho ass killed She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built 'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back Boy, get your ho ass killed She ain't really shit, you need to get your ho ass built 'Nother fifty, I ain't even sold the whole bag yet She talkin' crazy, I ain't text her lil' ho ass back Let's get a what? [Outro] (Let's get a bag)