Tina Snow Interlude

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

Come—, come—, comin' down

How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

Piece and—, piece and—, piece and chain four shiny grills

How ya—, how—

Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes

Tint my windows and lock my doors

Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost

Shit, that's how I roll

All this cake, with all of these snakes

Gotta keep hoes outta my face

When I put that red key in my car

These hoes ain't winnin' that race

Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoеs

Tint my windows and lock my doors

Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost

Shit, that's how I roll

All this cake, with all of thеse snakes

Gotta keep hoes out of my face

When I put that red key in my car

These hoes ain't winnin' that race

(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

I had to learn that some people only fuck with you when it's beneficial

(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a motherfuckin' issue (fucked up)

(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

You can keep tellin' people you don't fuck with me no more

'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)

(Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (Ayy)

Young Tina Snow, still hard on a ho (I'm still hard on a ho, ah)

Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes

Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)

Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes

Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)

Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes

Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)

Fake, fake, fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes

Tint my windows and lock my doors (lock my doors)

H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don checkin' in

See, first off top, I'ma say this, man

It take a special motherfucker to even represent this way of life, you understand?

See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar got the same bag, man

See, the hustlers and the grinders, they just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars, see, that's real talk

The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself

Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man

It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel

The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture

'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through

Perforated from the guts to the door pannels to the booth

We don't ride raincoat

If I got the top up on it, that motherfucker cover with the rain

Double-stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clear on that paint

Bitch thicker than Megan, get it?

See, that's how you talk slayer

Have you ever seen a bitch so bad a nigga spend his last on that shit?

Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga

Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzes

If I'm in it, I own it

Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates

Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere

Ke, what you sayin'?

I say it all to say, how you like me now, nigga?