Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo
Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,
All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
What them tippers don't see
Hit me up for a booty call.
Just as you rose you will fall
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this
Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches
I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her
I know yo momma taught you better,
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