Knock a Hoe lyrics

by

G Herbo


[Verse 1: Dreezy]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
Cut them off like newborns
All these b*tches better stay in line, like they tryna cop some new Jordans
I'm rocking b*tches like lullabies
My money stacked about ceiling high
I'm checked up like doctors
Acting b*tches need Oscars
I break a band like Katie do
And I give these n*ggas no feelings
These b*tches watching like wittnesses
And I'm flexin on them like gymnistes
Rest in peace
My n*ggas be tryna eat
The money we be running, and [?] feet
[?] up on me some [?]
[?]
Running sh*t til I'm out of breath
If they tryna stop me, I'm [?]
And I'm balling hard, I don't need a reff
And I'm eating rappers, don't need a chef
And I been the sh*t, they smelling me
My kicks [?]
My dread hair look [?]
And if your mouth [?] try spelling bees
'Cause we knock a ho
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
f*ck a b*tch [?]
Pick a group of broads that's gon' do the squad, they ain't sucking di*k, they ain't the right kind
I ain't trickin money, b*tch, I like [?]
pus*y only call me when it's nighttime
When I'm in and out, I call it [?]
[?] hotter than a [?]
[?] call it spray [?]
[?]
[?] and I am not lieing
n*ggas can't compare, so they should stop trying
See [?] this the ice [?]
Like a chandelier, this the right kind
[?] bright shine
But you shouldn't [?] 'cause it might [?]
I like [?] 750
In the Astin Martin [?]
I'm a really [?] 'cause I'm 'bout that
And them b*tches flying like I'm southwest
And it's Lil Herbo, I'm a young n*gga
Gotta get money and forever flex
I ain't worried 'bout no f*ck n*ggas
If they f*ck with us, get them in the chest

[Verse 3: Katie Got Bandz]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
We shoot guns like [?]
Don't f*ck around on my home court
I'm shooting sh*t like Steve [?]
Still [?] my mans [?]
Katie drilling, get bands [?]
Still riding around in that backseat
That 30 round, my hood know
See the opps, I will blow
No lackin, b*tch, I will go
Face to face like tango
[?]
I'll make them eat a shell, no taco
Show no love to these oppos
Me [?] game [?]
[?] opp [?]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
Smoke a b*tch like Newport
Riding foreign, that new sport
Hella dirty [?] white [?]
30 shots better hit [?]
Bullits blow, that sh*t hurt
No leg shots, put her on a shirt
Straight knock a ho out her boy shorts
Bandz!
[Verse 4: Lil Bibby]
Riding round, smoking dope
With Relly Rell, Lil Chris at the 30
Gonna knock an opp out his [?]
These n*ggas be b*tches
He get 10 years, I bet he tell
[?] shorty
Come do a hit, I bet he fail
OK, I'm riding round [?] that ruger
Don't argue with no b*tch
Call Katie up to come do her
Bibby, I got shooters
Don't f*ck around with them losers
In the club with that mack
n*ggas wanna fight, but I'm shooting
That fighting sh*t make no sence
n*ggas don't be on sh*t
My fit cost about 2 bands
And my whip cost about 4 bricks
[?] shirt, that's 600
Broke n*ggas ain't on this
Everybody claming they shoot
But these n*ggas ain't blowing sh*t
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