Don't Touch My Hair Hoe

[Intro] I was walking down the street, drinkin' my black tea boba And this bitch--oh no no no no! This bitch had the nerve, the audacity, to touch my motherfucking hair Do NOT touch my hair! No, nonononono, okay? [Hook] Don't touch my hair hoe or my chinchilla coat (x4) [Verse 1] Don't touch my hair hoe don't touch, don't touch my hair hoe It's real out here in the field bitch, and I'm a fucking scarecrow I'll scare these birds away hoe your bitch is on my payroll I get that money like my name was Sonny, but I don't ever share though My weave costs more than your 4 door, I'm slipping on chinchilla coats I'm finna go guerrilla though, I'm shippin' out Brazilian coke I'm making that dinero, stay dipped in gold like Pharaoh Mothafucka, I swear though, don't touch my fucking hair, hoe [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't touch my hair, my coat, my car, my hoe, my drugs, my money You touch my hair, my girls, my clothes, then this shit won't be funny But if you cool, I'll let you touch your tongue on my punany And if you lick it right you'll hit the apple seed like Johnny Cash rules everything around me, bitch, I'm high, had a pill and brownie Got a hideout way out in downey cause I got a warrant in every county So bitch beware, ho, I'm not sure if you care ho I'll wipe you out like Nair, ho, don't touch my fucking hair ho [Hook] [Outro] I can't believe she did that, now why she had to did that? See, that's the type of shit that's gonna make a bitch get bitch slapped I don't believe she did that, man, why she had to did that? The next time that you touch my weave, I'll push your fucking wig back