FDH

Fuck these hoes, I just hit ‘em then I flee ‘em

‘Cause I know hoes fuckin’ for some lime-a-ritas

Think I’m cuffing, you don’t know me ho

Yeah we can chill, and we can fuck, and we can smoke this dope

Other than that, you don’t get nothin’ but a lil conversation

‘Cause we cool but we ain’t that cool

Bitch I ain’t really got no patience

For no ho shit

Learned that back in oh-six

Fell in love, I went to jail

She ain’t hold me down, I was so sick

Nowadays I been in the trap, gettin’ them racks

Watch ‘cause the cops kickin’ doors down

And made money, the bitch she ain’t been on my mind

‘Cause I ain’t really worried ‘bout no hoes now

Lately I been over there in mix

Stayin’ down, tryna get a brick

Stayin’ strapped with my four pound

Nigga just said he got a lick

Say he know the boy with the shit

Hell yeah I’m on go now

I’m rappin’, I’m trappin’, I’m singin’, I’m smashin’, your girl wanna have me (that’s her)

I hit my plug like I’m ready and he come at me with the package (that work)

I’m smokin’, I’m drinkin’, I’m leanin’, but don’t ever think that I’m lackin’ (hell nah)

Here go the answers to all of the questions I know you gon’ ask me (ask me)

Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time

You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind

I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’

Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’

Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time

You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind

I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’

Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’

Niggas actin’ like they trappin’, they be fraudin’

Never sold no crack, on tracks like I got hard an’

I bet that you don’t even know a plug

Faking for these bum bitches, man we know what’s up

Niggas do anything for a buzz now

See it’s cool to act like you sell drugs now

‘Til you really in the field and a nigga get killed

Now you point your fingers, tellin’ to the judge now

You a rat in the hood, no thug now

In the club they don’t show you no love now

Bum bitches ain’t tryna let you fuck now

Nigga shoulda stayed in your lane, you on the bus now

Ho shit, I ain’t never on no ho shit

I’m a real nigga, I be on my dope shit

Trap star, got it tatted on my knuckles nigga

All I know is hustle, I’ll never trust no bitch

I swear I’ll never change on my niggas

No matter what, I’ll be the same with my niggas

Keep gettin’ all this fuckin’ change on my niggas

I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t ‘bout my niggas

Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time

You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind

I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’

Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’

Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time

You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind

I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’

Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’