4any fuckhoe that doubted me Lyrics

Damn brondde you made this bitch

Bruh

Watch me take your hoe and turn your hoe into my hoe

All I got is gas so you know I'm blowing O's

And you know I'm flipping packs but your bitch get it for the low

Take this dick right on the low

With your bitch right on the low

Yuh

Bitch I'm moving grams on top of grams

Top of rams and racks

And I been so lit ran ten fades at like three different pads

Bitch lays with me cause I got chips but they don't fit in no bag

Nauseous from the red

Spilt that shit need a rag yuh

They saying brondde can't go in

You was lied to bitch

Brondde

Yuh

Brondde why

Yuh

Brondde why

Yuh

Cause when I come round

Seen you tilt yo head I know why

Yuh

For ya'll cut ties

I hit that bitch bout three times

Turn the racks into clothes

Racks from the wind

I get racks from the post

Bitch I turn up

Bitch I turn up

I always knew I would

I always knew I always know

Brondde noises

I seen this in a dream

I seen this in a dream

My premonition

I seen this in a dream

Way to real for me

Say its to real

Too real

Too real

Too real

Way to real for me

I gotta go

Its getting to real for me

I gotta go