yea/hoe ft. 3XIS Lyrics

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah, I hope

You don't wanna smoke with us

Yeah, I hope

Me and my niggas might blow ya up

We fly

We different then dat

Yeah hoe

We fye

We lighting the match

Me and my niggas might cook you

I did a lot, but nigga, I'm still a rookie

You with that lil' thot

Do you wanna cookie

You with that lil' hoe

Do you wanna cookie

You missin a hoe

Do you wanna cookie

Track hawk jeep

Racing for a ticket

Walkin down onnat bitch

Shorty say she miss me

She a creamy luh bitch

But she never crispy

I'm fuckin a milf bitch

Imma motherfucka huh

She let me tell ya

That boy a never tell a soul

I be rockin' these clothes, uh-huh

I be puttin' it on, uh-huh

You can say that I'm on, uh-huh

My racks they tall, uh-huh

She clinging right on, uh-huh

Got to let this bitch go

Kicked through the door

When you walk out that door

Don't you step on my toes

I be fiending and eating all night

Lookin' up and I'm reachin' new heights

In my eyes, you can see that I'm high

I'm as high as the motherfuckin' sky

Beat it up, I'ma leave it on ice

I'm depressed, but I'm really alright

It's okay, don't be waitin' all night

Cause I'm comin' right back in the morning

My shawty just told me she horny

Beat it up, leave a note, say I'm sorry

But I'm really not sorry bout it

If you really that hurt, go and cry about

Got to find a new bitch, get another body

Keep that shit to yourself, I don't care about it

If a pussy ran up den I shot his body

If you really that tough come and talk about it, huh

Mad Mad

Mad

Mad hoe

Mad Mad

Why you mad

Come on

Why you mad

Yeah

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah

Yeah

Hittin that hoe from the back

I ain't focused on no damn nat

Focused on cheddar like cheese for the rats

They prolly like Maal why you speaking like that

Drivin' to fast, why you speeding like that

I'm proud of myself, I'm conceited like that

Don't call on my phone if you being like that

Yuh

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

You thought we was done lil bitch, uh-huh

Yo boyfriend my son lil bitch, uh-huh

You said you could take the dick okay

So don't try to run lil bitch, uh-huh

I really could do this shit for real

But I just be rapping shit for fun

They get a lil' money, then they thought to flex

That nigga's a bum for real, uh-huh

You niggas is done for real, uh-huh

Cause Maal not holding of his tongue, uh

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Uh-Huh

I'm finna go to cray

I'm finna

I'm finna go to crazy

I love my girlfriend, I love my lady

I love my bad bitch, I love my baby

Pussy like crack rocks from the 80's

Put em in the pack, watch , cause he talkin' that shit bout my brother

Nigga, is you crazy

Talkin' bout lil' ex, nigga, is ya dumb

Talkin' bout lil' ex, nigga, yeah, ya done

Wassa, wassaname get your ass gone

Wassa, wassaname take ya off the map

Who the fuck was him

Who the fuck was that

Nigga, drop the low

Nigga, where you at

Nigga, drop that low

Just where you at

Pull up on your block switch, go blatt

Bringin' up lil' ex, shoot ya in yo' back

Cuttin' off your head, put it in a pack

Talkin' bout Jamaal, put ya in the pack

Feelin' up his lungs, can't smoke blacks

When I touch on ya bitch rubbin' on my back

She scratchin' my back, bitch scratch scratch

Not a normal bitch, gettin' in my bag

Give that bitch the dick, now she wanna brag

This lil bitch can't buy a bag

Gotta spin on my dick, just like a fidget

I fuck on the short bitch, not a midget

So who in my phone lookin up a ticket

Bitch fucking on the gang

Said she know my name

Put it on a chain

Put it is his brain

23 sane

Shootin' long range

Play a long game

Shawty wanna fuck

Tell her say my name

Give out that brain

Make me go insane

Come and tell me wassup

Shawty wanna fuck

Put it in her butt

Thumb in her truck

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe