Hoe House lyrics

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out
So many b*tches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
[?]
[?] you know we gon shoot
Step on these n*ggas, we need some more boots
This is a [?] you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
[?]
[?] now I'm rocking designer

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I [?] that ho, she [?]
Then I went and f*cked [?]
She suck the tip and don't tell it
Racks out the roof, we gon get it
b*tches, they know we some stars
Go to the lot, and I pick out a car
Got in the booth, they thought I wasn't gonna get far
n*ggas be cappin, they rap a fasad
Don't need no key, this sh*t ush to start
Racks in my [?], you know I go large
[?] designer
[?] some beef on a plate like a diner
[?]
We been having hoes [?]
Run up them [?] you know I'm a grinder
Bust down [?] in my wrist, it might blind her
Yeah that lil b*tch [?]
I got my own [?]
But I cannot go back [?]
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas [?]
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out
So many b*tches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
[?]
[?] you know we gon shoot
Step on these n*ggas, we need some more boots
This is a [?] you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
[?]
[?] now I'm rocking designer

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Free all my guys, first in the field
[?] sharpening steal
Ready to kill, their life on the line, riding for Boat, play with it, you die
Double M back, 4 X pills, tripple stack, riding Hotwheels
Steppin on backs, n*ggas ain't real
[?]
Put a b*tch on flats, break a pack
Make a 6 off that
My b*tch hate me cause I love her [?]
Rats love me, cause I'm rich, that's facts
Tryna act rich, you ain't putting up stacks
Yelling out slatt, big black, I attack (Slatt)
[?] put it on wax
Getting birds, bring this sh*t back
n*ggas don't know my body
[?] wrist like a [?]
I ain't ever rode Mazerati
First gun was Mozberg shotty
On god
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out
So many b*tches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
[?]
[?] you know we gon shoot
Step on these n*ggas, we need some more boots
This is a [?] you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
[?]
[?] now I'm rocking designer