Freakii Ho

That bitch a freaky hoe, but I don't f*ck with small things though I can never take shit from a bitch or a hoe, f*ck no, I'm on my own I'm rollin' down the road, and I need a safe cause I'm not safe, man, hold up, man Got briefcases in the back, where the f*ck the money at Where the f*ck we goin', bro? Yo, bitch, she hoein', bro I'm sorry to tell you so, they know I'm finna blow For me, she get down low, you like the way I sound Please don't steal my flow, oh, she wanna come with me Yeah, we need a double cup, let's have some double fun I like to double love, but I don't f*ck with triples That shit is too freaky, that shit give me ickos I need icy sickles, you know I am a sicko no, I saw her name come up, I'm scrollin' through my feed She's like talkin' shit, and I'm like, what the f*ck She tried to suck my dick, and now she thinks she rich She f*ck with a rapper kid, she said my music mid But I saw it on her list, they asked me to make a diss But I don't got time for shit, I gotta show at 9 and I don't waste my time That bitch a freaky hoe, but I don't f*ck with small things, though I can never take shit from a bitch or a hoe, f*ck, no, I'm on my own I'm rollin' down the road, and I need it safe, cause I'm not safe Man, hold up, man, got briefcases in the bag Where the f*ck the money at, where the f*ck we goin', bro Yo, bitch, she hoein', bro, I'm sorry to tell you so They know I'm finna blow, for me, she get down low You like the way I sound, please don't steal my flow Ayy, they put me to test, and I win And they all lookin' pressed, like, why the f*ck Why you stressed? And you overthinkin' this You know that I'm the best What Came right back in here like I never left Sorry that I overstepped, I was out late, so I overslept Had so much on my plate, and now I need a rest But I want you by my side, so can you stay tonight I promise that there will be no fights, man We can turn off the lights, man, it can be a blast, man Take us back to the past, that's the plan, man I'm talkin' like, Sam I can man I'm talkin' like, Sam I am man I'm talkin' like, green eggs and ham That shit on my plate, you know I overate I'm with, you can say a mate You can predict who I was with, sorry, I'm a dick That bitch a freaky hoe, but I don't f*ck with small things, though I can never take shit from a bitch or a hoe, f*ck Now I'm on my own, I'm rollin' down the road And I need a safe, cause I'm not safe, man, hold up, man Got briefcases in the bag, where the f*ck the money at Where the f*ck we goin', bro Yo, bitch, she hoein', bro I'm sorry to tell you so, but no, I'm finna blow For me, she get down low, do you like the way I sound Please don't steal my flow Please don't steal my flow