Hoes Aint Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Chill] BandGang [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Bad bitch got an old nigga, she was still choosin' Probably unsent her DMs, she know you'd lose it Went through her phone while she was sleep, ah, she done blew it You beat her ass and blocked my number, mm-hmm, I knew it That's the reason I don't trust bitches Niggas be in love, ready to die over these slut bitches (Lame) Yeah, my bitch, you can keep her, shit, I ain't trippin' I got three more just like her, lights gettin' thickened Take a bitch out and make her pay like on hell day You pay for pussy, we don't look at shit the same way I don't trick on hoes, show 'em how to get they own pape' (Facts) Everytime she make twenty, I get 10K My bitch thicker than the glass at the gorilla exhibit Let her tell it, she OP, only a couple done hit it She probably cap, I can't be with shit my fair share of women Hoes throw the pussy at you when they see all that chicken (Band Life) [Chorus: BandGang Javar] These hoes ain't shit, do your homework Don't buy that bitch shit, stack your own first Fuck once and cut 'em off, all these hoes worth Drop out her crib, make her drive, I make hoes work These hoes ain't shit, do your homework Don't buy that bitch shit, stack your own first Fuck once and cut 'em off, all these hoes worth Drop out her crib, make her drive, I make hoes work [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] She had you thinkin' you was crazy, should've went with your gut If I was you, I'd cut her off, focus on runnin' it up But you went ham, write me paragraphs like I give a fuck (Lame) In my DMs tryna get into it over a slut Ask you to work for DPS, taught me a valuable lesson Tried to give that ho the world, she end up blockin' her blessing You need money, ask that nigga you textin' She still call me every once in a while soundin' pathetic One of my hoes be postin' pics booed up kissin' Long as she bring me that paper, that ain't none of my business You can fuck a hundred niggas, you ain't hurtin' my feelings You'd probably see a martian before me and my feelings (Never) These hoes be fuckin' with the opps, can't show 'em where I stay (Never) Thought they had a two-man, I had her set to play Made 'em empty out that bag like TSA They still lookin' for his killer, that's all I can say [Chorus: BandGang Javar] These hoes ain't shit, do your homework Don't buy that bitch shit, stack your own first Fuck once and cut 'em off, all these hoes worth Drop out her crib, make her drive, I make hoes work These hoes ain't shit, do your homework Don't buy that bitch shit, stack your own first Fuck once and cut 'em off, all these hoes worth Drop out her crib, make her drive, I make hoes work [Post-Chorus: Chill] Them hoes ain't nothin' Ooh, ooh, ooh That's why we stay paper chasin' Hey Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mmm, mmm-mmm