Ex Ho lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, okay
That light work
Yeah, yeah (I don't know, I don't know)
They like what up
Bruh look, I don't know
Rock that sh*t the f*ck out Hari

[Chorus]
Ho keep asking about my ex ho, I don't know about my ex ho
I know about these guns though, pass this b*tch like Lonzo
I couldn't be no broke ass n*gga screaming ‘bout no ho, had to get my funds up
Lil Tony a b*tch, n*gga, run up, we gon' see who get off, put your gun up
Rich b*tches love me ‘cause I'm rich as f*ck
Slick as f*ck, so they can't trip me up
I done had my fair share with that ho and she done did too much
I done had my fair share with that Glizzy
Done f*cked up my first drill, then I came back and I got busy, no kizzy

[Verse]
Okay, she like to f*ck, well that's all you gon' say?
Bae, we gon' hold what you say
She like, “Tony, you be tripping, when is we gon' f*ck?”
When you get the f*ck out my face
Back then was boring, I had the black truck, now you should suck di*k in the Wraith
I got a new b*tch tomorrow, baby, you should've did it today
I done got rich with my brother on pape
Ain't do it for money, I did it on fate
It's more ‘bout the principle, sh*t, you don't get it
‘Cause you's a f*ck n*gga, you couldn't relate
I was taught young cut the head off a snake
‘Cause if you don't, they'll bite the head off your face
sh*t getting tricky inside of these streets
So I gotta stay low ‘cause I gotta remain
Sucker ass sh*t finna drive me insane
Fake rapping ass industry, this sh*t be lame
f*ck a bustdown, I'ma go buy a plane
‘Cause it ain't ‘bout the looks and it ain't ‘bout the fame
It's more what you got inside [?] than what you got beside your name
‘Cause I know some f*ck n*ggas who done got money
And I know some real n*ggas who done got played
Money, money, money, drugs, b*tches and guns is all that I think about
I be stuck in the trap tryna make it out
All these rap n*ggas fake it to make it out
I ain't hating, do your thing, you claim you rap
There's enough money for everybody
But everybody ain't finna go out and make it rock
I'm with [?] and HariRoc
[Chorus]
Ho keep asking about my ex ho, I don't know about my ex ho
I know about these guns though, pass this b*tch like Lonzo
I couldn't be no broke ass n*gga screaming ‘bout no ho, had to get my funds up
Lil Tony a b*tch, n*gga, run up, we gon' see who get off, put your gun up
Rich b*tches love me ‘cause I'm rich as f*ck
Slick as f*ck, so they can't trip me up
I done had my fair share with that ho and she done did too much
I done had my fair share with that Glizzy
Done f*cked up my first drill, then I came back and I got busy, no kizzy

[Outro]
Okay
Okay
Okay, I done got busy, okay
I done got rich, okay, okay
[?]
I threw out the Drac', okay