Hoe Games

(ISM) I've been doin' this shit for a long, long time Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time, said I've been doin' this shit for a long, long time Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time, cuh 'Cause I might just go crazy, ho (ho) Early bird, no lazy flow (what?) Ask me what my rate is for I need the max like HBO My bread is different, paleo (yeah) Problems, money probably made me more (yeah) I just bought a table, why you standin' at the bar like Moe? My girl been down since way before Back when we used to borrow clothes I had to get my brothers out the gutter just like Mario Brick, gon' pack that, buddy (buddy) Call me the backend bully Only need head like hoodies (woo) They don't understand me fully Uh, all money in like Pac-Man Lil' bitch, four rings come with the backhand Lil' bitch, four rings on like King James (woo) Pop champagne with my teammates (yeah, yeah) Wanna stop me, but it's way too late (late) Take your shot, better use your aim (aim) I be in this bitch 'til at least two AM Telling her to strip like Cane's Uh, I do this shit in my sleep Sleep in the front like I'm Meech (yeah) Me, I don't talk to police (no) Least I could do for the streets These rappers is all undercovers to me (what?) Finished a QP in less than a week Mind, soul, and body at peace You know my body, I put 'em in body bags, so I creep (creep) Not like TLC Bitch, it's a sneak attack I ain't the one that go tit for tat Know I stand out like a titty tat Looking for mercy, this isn't that No, they ain't think I would get 'em back Hop out the 'Vette or the Cadillac I just adapt to the habitat, woah I've been doin' this shit for a long, long time Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time, said I've been doin' this shit for a long, long time Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time, cuh In all black, my war clothes Might pull up to award shows Hop on stage like Lil Mama on ten toes, throwing all 'bows With my eyes closed, they all foes They hearts cold, but my heart's chrome Been calling shots from my burner phone (hello, you know what do with these niggas, man) Pop my shit Know a nigga hot, Mike Chris (yeah) Tell 'em get off my dick (go) Offer still stands if you want me off your clique Nigga, flip that switch (click) Lil' miss think she slick (what?) Lil' nigga think I slipped (ayy) Had a lil' kink, got fixed Now everything hit, don't miss Said, no, you sick, bitch I've been doin' this shit for a long, long time Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time, said I've been doin' this shit for a long, long time Better hope that you don't catch me at the wrong, wrong time, cuh