Old Hoes

Lyrics

[Chorus] Girl you don't know You ain't gotta worry bout her that's my old ho Yea She tried to get back wit me that's a no, no Never catch me thinking bout her she broke hoe I been thinking bout this money that's for sure, sure Ain't got time to settle lately I been on the road Y'all niggas y'all best get ready cause I'm bound to blow I got pressure fa a soul who want free smoke? On my mother fuckin' soul fuck them old hoes [Post-Chorus] Took a L fa my wo' thats the bro code Make 'em bleed pop up on em in that rojo Drop that lingo on his bitch why she talk like me? Talking sweet pop up on 'em in that four door He on his knees like his fem You a bozo why the hell u in the streets And you solo I want a horse skirt up in it like I'm polo When I make it all u niggas finna follow [Verse 2] Bitch I roll wit niggas Heavy metal finna rock a nigga Yeah u smell that nigga? I'm the shit I thought I told y'all niggas Ian fuck wit shawty Out here telling everybody About my new bitch I know she ain't fucking talking 'Cause I caught her body You can't ever disrespect me if you called me "Daddy" Choppa wit a stock I'll set it off for anybody I'm a doorman catch a nigga the fucking lobby Like why you disrespecting? Smack that nigga by his shawty Make him come correct Nigga just got his return and he tryna flex You the capper of the year Nigga fuck the rest You the capper of the year Fuck that other shit New bag I'm on my shit He still worried bout that old ho Ian stressing 'bout no ho Ayy, I ain't stressin' 'bout no ho [Chorus] Girl you don't know You ain't gotta worry bout her that's my old ho Yea She tried to get back wit me that's a no, no Never catch me thinking bout her she broke hoe I been thinking bout this money that's for sure, sure Ain't got time to settle lately I been on the road Y'all niggas y'all best get ready cause I'm bound to blow I got pressure fa a soul who want free smoke? On my mother fuckin' soul fuck them old hoes [Post-Chorus] Took a L fa my wo' thats the bro code Make em bleed pop up on em in that rojo Drop that lingo on his bitch why she talk like me? Talking sweet pop up on em in that four door He on his knees like his fem You a bozo why the hell you in the streets And u solo I want a horse skirt up in it like I'm polo When I make it all u niggas finna follow