Tuck That Hate In lyrics

[Chorus]
Got too many hoes goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many flows goddamn
I got too many flows goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many hoes goddamn

[Verse 1]
Bash, why you love the hood and still slide through, don't you stay in the burbs?
These hoes may lie with you, got a pretty ass face but them hoes still birds
My clan shall die for you but a b*tch gon' snitch when that b*tch get hurt
And them folks might ride with you 'cause the plot gets thick when that pot gets served
But I can't even say no words, can't say sh*t when you jockin' first
And I ain't tryna spend no verbs, won't even quote yo' name in no verse
Broke boy tryna hop in the Purge, you wasn't talkin' sh*t when you was poppin' them percs
Ooh, got it straight out the dirt (Keep goin')
pus*y ass boy, got it straight out the earth (Keep goin')
Ay, but hit your man wit' a brick or sum
Let him slide on the lick or sum
Get him lit wit' a zip or sum
Count money, get a b*tch or sum
Instead of hating on me for nothin'
Instead of hating n*gga, we be stuntin'
Instead of hating n*gga, we getting money, goddamn
Cause my dope just came from Cliff-side
These hoes might get dirty, might get freaky down on this side
Might slide through yo' home to take you out to end up inside
Might f*ck wit' Caucasians or lil' Blasian's wit' some thick thighs
Ay, 'cause you know I'm not monogamous
These n*ggas name synonymous
I through for her esophagus
I drive through Metropolis
Count money, what the problem is?
Raw n*gga, thought it obvious
Don't know what a condom is
Show me where the drama is
I can't even rock four braids no more
These n*ggas wanna be just like Bash
Copy my swag, tryna jack my flows
They might talk like it's all 'bout gas
I been tryna smoke but they still want sole
They might front like they all 'bout cash
Looked in the bank, no racks no more
Damn, hold on
Turn a three stretch to a two bankroll
Big bank face, finna count bankrolls
Yea I'm gettin' money and I ain't no hoe
Hold on, damn
Might slide through the town, pop a perc, get throwed
n*gga get geeked, slide through to the show
Four seats red but I still see gold
Hold on, damn
[Chorus]
Ay, 'cause I might got too many hoes goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many flows goddamn (Ooh, ooh)
I got too many flows goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many hoes goddamn (Ay)