歌手:Juicy J
专辑:《Rubba Band Business》

作词 : Jordan Houston/Jerami Davis/Leland Tyler Wayne
作曲 : Jordan Houston/Jerami Davis/Leland Tyler Wayne
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
(Yeah Hoe!)
I will blast on your ass (Yeah Hoe!)
I got riders like a cab (Yeah Hoe!)
Send them hitters at your ass (Yeah Hoe!)
You gon' make me drop a bag (Yeah Hoe!)
You a hoe, you know we know (Yeah Hoe!)
******* around and get exposed (Yeah Hoe!)
Gangsta on the internet (Yeah Hoe!)
In real life, you like CB4
Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade
I got *******s in these streets
That touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool,
You gon' make the evening news
They can't find your head to ID you,
They don't have a clue
It's going down on your block, where the bread at?
Catch you sleepin', homie,
Send some shots, where your bed at
Got your *******, like what you thinking *******,
Where your head at?
Talkin' all that *******t,
You wish you wouldn't have said that
You a dead man, fill you up with lead, man,
Real *******s, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me,
They gon' bring your head back (*******)
And I know where you been, where you standin', man (hoe)
Ain't no runnin' off from me
'Cause I don't play that, man
(Yeah Hoe!)
I will blast on your ass (Yeah Hoe!)
I got riders like a cab (Yeah Hoe!)
Send them hitters at your ass (Yeah Hoe!)
You gon' make me drop a bag (Yeah Hoe!)
You a hoe, you know we know (Yeah Hoe!)
******* around and get exposed (Yeah Hoe!)
Gangsta on the internet (Yeah Hoe!)
In real life, you like CB4
Everybody know your own when you're stuntin'
You done ******* with the wrong ******* money
*******s runnin' in your home when they comin'
Sendin' shots at your dome, ain't no runnin'
Give up on your block, like we got it on lock
Birdie in the block, run up to your spot
Runnin' in and out, bet you *******' with the cops
Workin' with the opps, tryin' to put me in the box (*******)
Yeah, I got *******s looking up to me, *******, I'm a star
Yeah, trap get slow
But the *******t don't stop (*******t don't stop)
Yeah, ******* ran out but he better not stop (running)
You could put *******s on but they still gon' plot, yeah
Got a couple *******s still on the block
I could make me a mil' on the block (mill')
And the way that I wrap them things,
I could get me a deal on the block
Lotta *******s ain't real on the block
Lotta *******s get killed on the block
Even though they ain't gettin' no money,
Them dumbass *******s be still on the block
I cook that steel on the block
I will blast on your ass (Yeah Hoe!)
I got riders like a cab (Yeah Hoe!)
Send them hitters at your ass (Yeah Hoe!)
You gon' make me drop a bag (Yeah Hoe!)
You a hoe, you know we know (Yeah Hoe!)
******* around and get exposed (Yeah Hoe!)
Gangsta on the internet (Yeah Hoe!)
In real life, you like CB4
Play me some pimpin', man
Man, ******* these ol' fake ass hoes on Instagram, Snapchat
These Facebook ******* showin' their ******* and *******t
Tryin' to get a *******'s attention
All a *******'s DM, ******* you hoes, man
Now let's get ******* up