Hoe Friends lyrics

[Intro]
(I just need my space right now)

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Don't bring your best friends, bring your ho friends
Don't do the most friends
You know, the go friends
They being boring, get some more friends
The friends that I can f*ck on and don't feel bad when I go ghost friends
Hit the road for Washingtons, me and girly out in Spokane
f*ck a bad b*tch, I need a b*tch that get me more bands
For that cheese, catch you out with that burger, Glocky go H.A.M.
It's easy when I'm ballin' on these b*tches, it's a pro-am
Feel like Yeezy, put some holes in your shirt to a slow jam

[Verse 1: OnFully]
She say finna overdose, need a Narcan
I'm with her friend, get sand on my feet like it's toejam
Me and MB gon' hit the hoes tonight, we don't romance
Was in the coupe doin' one-fifty like G Herb 'nem
When that fully goin' off, I bet they heard him
I be dunkin' on these hoes like my name Tim
I'm with a lil' thick b*tch like her name Kim
Aim for the head, shoot way above the rim
Got too high, I lost my memory, think I need a sim
Back and forth to LA, they thought I was a pimp
[Interlude: RTB MB]
Don't bring your best friends, baby, bring your ho friends, ayy, hey
Don't bring your best friends, baby, bring your ho friends, yeah
Come on

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Don't bring your best friends, bring your ho friends
Don't do the most friends
You know, the go friends
They being boring, get some more friends
The friends that I can f*ck on and don't feel bad when I go ghost friends
Hit the road for Washingtons, me and girly out in Spokane
f*ck a bad b*tch, I need a b*tch that get me more bands
For that cheese, catch you out with that burger, Glocky go H.A.M.
It's easy when I'm ballin' on these b*tches, it's a pro-am
Feel like Yeezy, put some holes in your shirt to a slow jam

[Verse 2: RTB MB]
Had to cut off girly 'cause she got to askin' 'bout a body count
She just paid some bands to get some plastic, make her body bounce
Take your clothes off when you walk in, this a thotty house
Ugh, I heard you ate that b*tch ass, you got a potty mouth

[Verse 3: OnFully]
Told her that I'm rich, now she think we at Roddy house
Know you ain't sh*t, you got f*cked, don't want me finding out
In that longsleeve tint, finna crop you out
Your b*tch think I'm a lollipop, she tryna lick me now
[Outro]
(I just need my space right now)