O’s and Ho’s (Hotel) lyrics

[Intro]
I love you XANMAN$HAWTY, mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

[Verse]
Ayy, street pharmacist, I be serving all the fiends
n*gga, what you need? Got that purple, got that green
And I’m sippin’ on that wock, that purple muddy got me sleep
And lil mama tryna suck me, after that, she gotta leave
I ain’t tryna hear about your n*gga, b*tch, get on your knees
Now she blowin’ up my phone, talkin’ ‘bout I ain’t sh*t
Talkin’ ‘bout how she way better than my new b*tch
Lil b*tch, eat sh*t, new phone, who this?
Ice ice, new kicks, ice watch, new wrist
All these drugs got me heavy, big body Chevy
And I stay up out the mix ‘cause all these n*ggas messy
And lil mama so petty, lil baby, come sex me
Know just how I get down, baby, don’t test me
Lil baby named Anna, four in my Fanta
Baby, let’s make a movie, let’s put it on camera
And she run her mouth too much, so I really can’t stand her
And you know I think it’s sexy when you catch an attitude
Call me “as*h*le”, call me out my name, I think it’s cute
You so rude, why you rude? Baby, you’s a damn fool
n*ggas used to try to clown me, held your hand when we was in school
Put that pus*y on my mouth and you get wet, just like a pool
He ain’t cool, he ain’t bool, lil’ man just cappin’
Pull up to the wicked if you really ‘bout that action
We got Glocks, we got semis, pus*y n*gga don’t want no static
And I told that pus*y n*gga try me again, gon’ let him have it
I ain’t pressed, I’m just laughin’, get to them packs, I flip it and stack it
Oh, he got touched? Huh, tragic, 4 gram wood and you know I don’t pass it
Call up Jojo, that’s my bro bro, know he keep a .45
And I keep that .9 by my side, n*ggas out of line
You ain’t really ‘bout that sh*t, lil n*gga, why you lyin’?
Put my di*k up in her guts, blow her back out, now she cryin’
And I’m bustin’ lil’ b*tch down, wrist on bust down
And you can talk yo sh*t now, but watch me pull the stick out
Lil’ homie saw a beef he didn’t like, [?]
Oh, I wasn’t sh*t then? Well, it’s looking like you missed out
And they see me on the Gram with my baby, tryna flex
And don’t hit me in my DM, b*tch, I see you kinda pressed
And I’m rubbin’ on her ass while she kissin’ on my neck, n*gga (Hey, daddy)