Hoes Be Goin

Chorus- These hoes be goin, fucking on anybody in town Catch me in traffic, see how a young heavy roll around My team toting you hear that pow pow pow sound I up a oochie now yo bitch wanna do me These hoes be goin, fucking on anybody in town Catch me in traffic, see how a young heavy roll around My team toting you hear that pow pow pow sound I up a oochie now yo bitch wanna do me Lil Trav- Say being sober, I can’t take it with Lil Reese And we just rolled up, sit back, get kushy Hoes hold up, relax come with me Then we get freaky, her face expression cheesy Dis ain't wat you want bro, Lets go get some ‘tron bro A lot of these niggas hatin on me, they be actin homo Catch they ass in the store buying shit for low low Im sorry but yo ass is butter with that fake ass polo It’s turn up time follow me Fleest hat in my Louie All the hoes they like my dance Get these hoes up off of me Rockin in my burberry, kush so strong I fall asleep Broke ass nigga can't talk to me. We be poppin mollies I go with eaters, [?] so im geeked Caught her on cheaters, fucking on the whole team I had to leave her, she a slut for a grammy I might fuck these hoes, don’t make me beat or bust these hoes Chorus Lil Ceno- Riding round with sicko nem, yes we be totin shit We be goin crazy, we so bipolar bitch Im rockin in my Gucci Flossin in my Louie And out west wit the shits yo bitch wanna screw me Im in the booth with flocka, that 4-5 go blocka These hoes they be choosin, but they fuck around and eat the malt ball Bitch my team been winnin since the very beginning But its time to get to this money, these hoes ain't worth shit man I be getting money, they call me Lil Ceno She hopped in da veeno and she did all the denos Everyday’s a sicko Way And im screamin fuck one trey All these niggas say whats sup and im yelling double cups These niggas know I got the hoes We fuck em and they exit tho OTM we flexing bitch, yeah my team been havin shit I don’t do no flexin shit we really do this Gucci shit And imam turn up on that ho, but only if she a boogie bitch Chrous J Cash- This a fiesta And all my niggas ride wit me We showing oochies Bitch you know I got it on me I seen a eater And she going for the team You could only neck me please When I bust then you must leave Truey shirt and Robin Jeans Tell the clouds to kiss my wings Smokin loud and sippin lean In the clouds up in my dreams 30 poppers wit them beams Swear to God I love my team Ballin like we won a ring Money Ova Everything Foreign shit, Foreign Bitch Skerrin in my foreign whip These bitches know Im havin shit Tell em get up off my dick My life like a movie MY niggas totin toolies Cuz I be flexin Catch a opp, with a thot We hittin ALL DESE Goffys Bitch I rep TMG I fuck wit Del Gang So dont fuck wit me Sicko Mobbin, yeah they GO SKIII My niggas holdin and these bitches GOIN!!