HOV Lyrics

I don't even be on the gram, I don't even be on the gram

But I'm still makin' paper ho, Off these drugs I'm finna' just slay me a ho

Off these drugs I'm finna' go fuck me a ho

Give no fuck, I send my lil glatt he on go (Brrep, Brrep)

Give no fuck, I bench ya' lil' ho like a coach

He was on top but he choked (Yea, yea, yea)

The racks came in yea I'm gettin' that load (Pfft)

That's a lame bitch I don't know that ho

Getting too rich yea I feel like Hov, How you gotta' stick but you don't even tote?

Neck like bricks, Yea it's white like coke

Ya' ho get hit make her shake like a stroke (Phew)

Racks bussin' out the bag bitch I gotta' bag, Yuh

These meds got me fuckin' slapped yea they leave me flat, Yuh

Got this bitch jacking all my slang yea she call me glatt, Yuh

Fuck a post stay up in my lane, I don't even chat, Yuh

My pockets stuffed wit' them racks, I'm probably blowin' on some pack

Probably gettin' high, Probably gettin' shmacked'

Always getting fly, Hoes asking me where I get my pants

Hands full of guap, Got it wit' the guys

Got it wit' the mob, Got it wit' my glatt

I don't like to stop, Might jus' swerve the cat

I just like to shop, Might just blow a band, Huh huh

Yea I'm jus' smokin' that pressure huh, Yea, Yea

They tryna' keep up can't let 'em, Ho tryna' touch my racks can't let her, Huh

But I might buy her a bag, Yuh

I'm off these drugs in the lab, Man this shit really nothing to brag

Ye Uh

I don't even be on the gram, I don't even be on the gram

But I'm still makin' paper ho, Off these drugs I'm finna' just slay me a ho

Off these drugs I'm finna' go fuck me a ho

Give no fuck, I send my lil glatt he on go (Brrep, Brrep)

Give no fuck, I bench ya' lil' ho like a coach

He was on top but he choked (Yea, yea, yea)

The racks came in yea I'm gettin' that load (Pfft)

That's a lame bitch I don't know that ho

Getting too rich yea I feel like Hov, How you gotta' stick but you don't even tote?

Neck like bricks, Yea it's white like coke

Ya ho' get hit make her shake like a stroke (Phew)

Racks bussin' out the bag bitch I gotta' bag, Yuh

These meds got me fuckin' slapped yea they leave me flat, Yuh

Got this bitch jacking all my slang yea she call me glatt, Yuh

Fuck a post stay up in my lane, I don't even chat, Yuh