Old Hoes lyrics

[Chorus]
Girl you don’t know You ain’t gotta worry bout her that's my old ho
Yea She tried to get back wit me that's a no, no
Never catch me thinking bout her she broke hoe
I been thinking bout this money that’s for sure, sure
Ain’t got time to settle lately I been on the road
Y’all n*ggas y’all best get ready cause I’m bound to blow
I got pressure fa a soul who want free smoke?
On my mother f*ckin' soul f*ck them old hoes

[Post-Chorus]
Took a L fa my wo’ thats the bro code
Make em bleed pop up on em in that rojo
Drop that lingo on his b*tch why she talk like me?
Talking sweet pop up on em in that four door
He on his knees like his fem
You a bozo why the hell u in the streets
And u solo
I want a horse skirt up in it like I’m polo
When I make it all u n*ggas finna follow

[Verse 2]
b*tch I roll wit n*ggas Heavy metal finna rock a n*gga
Yeah u smell that n*gga? I’m the sh*t I thought I told y’all n*ggas
Ian f*ck wit shawty Out here telling everybody
About my new b*tch I know she ain’t f*cking talking
'Cause I caught her body
You can’t ever disrespect me if u called me daddy
Choppa wit a stock I’ll set it off for anybody
I'm a doorman catch a n*gga the f*cking lobby
Like why u disrespecting? Smack that n*gga by his shawty
Make him come correct n*gga just got his return N he tryna flex
You the capper of the year n*gga f*ck the rest
You the capper of the year f*ck that other sh*t
New bag I’m on my sh*t
He still worried bout that old ho
Ian stressing ‘bout no ho
Ayy, I ain't stressin' ‘bout no ho
[Chorus]
Girl you don’t know You ain’t gotta worry bout her that's my old ho
Yea She tried to get back wit me that's a no, no
Never catch me thinking bout her she broke hoe
I been thinking bout this money that’s for sure, sure
Ain’t got time to settle lately I been on the road
Y’all n*ggas y’all best get ready cause I’m bound to blow
I got pressure fa a soul who want free smoke?
On my mother f*ckin' soul f*ck them old hoes

[Post-Chorus]
Took a L fa my wo’ thats the bro code
Make em bleed pop up on em in that rojo
Drop that lingo on his b*tch why she talk like me?
Talking sweet pop up on em in that four door
He on his knees like his fem
You a bozo why the hell u in the streets
And u solo
I want a horse skirt up in it like I’m polo
When I make it all u n*ggas finna follow