No Manners

Lyrics

[Chorus: K Camp] These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners [Verse 1: K Camp] I got these hoes, I ain't talkin' 'bout shit Steady creepin' 'round in another nigga VIP Tryna' fuck for a bag, that's it, I said these hoes Be the same ones on Instagram think they they runnin' things When in person, bitch, she don't look the same Playin' niggas for the check, burnin' like a cigarette Stay on the scene but the mouth so mean, she go bust like roulette Really can't trust these hoes anyway Take her to the bed, I'ma hit her with the Hardaway Feed her with pennies like my last name Hardaway Heard you cuffin' that, boy, you really took the heart away [Chorus: K Camp] These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] These hoes don't meet my standard, blue Benjamin sack like Santa All blue on my head, bandana, lil' bitch, I ain't got no manners Louboutin handkerchief to wipe up my bezel Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu yellow 'Stendo my clip, nigga shootin' at whoever Goldie mouth pimpin' 'cause hoes I got several Fuck your bitch under a Versace umbrella Double R ghost, inside Versace Bitch eat a dick for a plate of hibachi Hangin' with the lows, yeah, we rollin' and rockin' On another note, look bitch, I'm poppin' Bitch, I got bands in a Santa's stockin' Machine gun called chopper Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor Smoke good gas like a rasta Slangin' OG gas, no imposter Toss out his bitch [?] Bitch don't got no manners, we eat steak and lobsters Giuseppe steppin' leavin' Neiman Marcus Hundred bands on me in all my pockets Pocket monster so don't pocket watch Lost my mind on a molly rocket [Chorus: K Camp] These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners