Thots lyrics

[Intro]
(You make me sick-sick-sick-sick)
(f*ck you, Shady)
(I love you, David)

[Verse 1: Shady MOON]
Tell her what's up, I don’t give a f*ck
f*cking with that b*tch but I know that she a dub
Hella' thots on my line, give a f*ck if he tough
f*ck around, make him back, back, back the f*ck up
And shorty hella' bad, she lookin’ like Bella
Catch a cab, [?] the crib, with ski masks
Shorty wanna slide, but I told her, "too bad"
Moscow, Flowerrboi on the way to getting bands, ayy
I don't f*ck bum hoes, said that she a thot, but that brain go dumb, hoe
b*tches tryna f*ck 'cause they say I'm going upmost
Shut the f*ck up you lame, you got no hoes (No hoes, I love you, David)

[Verse 2: Flowerrboi]
Ayy (Ayy), yuh (Yuh), me and my gang tryna slide (Slide)
I'm on this sh*t 'til I say goodnight, (Goodnight)
Lil' b*tch suck on my di*k, no trice (No trice)
Her friends in the back, playing with tools, while we playing with straps
Shout to Shady and shout out to Dew', you know they just my crew
Shout out to Moscow for making this right (Ha)
f*ck a thot, I’d rather eat rice
We got a b*tch that we banging all night
Fill her up ’til she felt surprised
[Verse 3: Moscow]
She said, "you my type" but I swipe her to the right, ayy
This b*tch wanna skype but I'm blowing on that pipe (Pipe)
This b*tch think I’m single, but I'm married to my wife (Wife)
I be getting plays, but you rotting like a waste (Waste)
Rotting on these lyrics, tryna find a better place (Better place)
She say that she love me, but I'm going back to space (Space)
Come on right here, baby, lets make an interface
But baby, I don't wanna catch a case, (Case)
I been drinking lean, and I’m ​smoking nicotine
I am not addicted, but I'm smoking on that green

[Verse 4: Lil Dew']
Said he want smoke, he better step back (Yuh)
Got a new b*tch, so I'm gonna blow out her back (Okay)
Going up too quick, yeah, I make a couple racks
Trappin' on the side, yeah, you better know it ain't cap
Bad b*tch, had to block her on my phone (My phone)
'Cause I don't mess with these hoes (These hoes)
When I shoot it comes in [?] ([?]), I'ma cheat on a b*tch, no astro (Astro's)
Lil' b*tch on my di*k, had to tell her, "hold up" (Hold up)
As we getting bigger, my necks getting colder (What?)
Opened up these b*tches, I ain't talking bout a folder (Folder)
You ain't with my music I'ma shoot out your shoulder
Making tracks all day, ain't no other way (What?)
Choppa's spray 420-rounds, no run away (No run away)
Shoot up the function if I don't get all my pay (All my pay)
What you make in a year, what I make in a day
[Outro]
(Ayy, what I make in a day
That's what I make in a day, ayy)