Vsco lyrics

[Verse]
Uh (Yeah, Rocker, shut up)
I swear, I miss my old b*tch (Miss my old b*tch)
I swear, I miss this hoe (Miss this hoe)
I swear, I ain't been cold (I ain't been cold)
I swear I got these bad b*tches in my [?] but I don't even know it
Uh, I swear I got this money all in my pocket I don't even blow it 
Uh, I was that kid that just wanted to blow, every day I was praying and hoping
Uh, she said she wanna be taken serious baby don't say it just show it
She wanna know all bout my business, baby I don't know where your nose been
I just met her last night next day this hoe come suck on my foreskin
Uh, yeah I got the guap I don't even know what I did to desеrve it
I had to cut all my old n*ggas off just to figure out what was my purpose
Shе ain't want me back then, but she seen all the clout, all of sudden she lurking
Uh, I show my hoes how to get chicken n*gga like I took them to Church's
Uh, di*k in the rib now she, burping
Uh, I don't do internet hoes, I like when I meet a hoe finer in person 
Uh, she wanna come to the crib, say baby this business, so why is we flirting?
Uh, I keep a star on my flag and red in my cup n*gga just like I'm Turkish
Uh, she said she don't do the dances, end of the night all of sudden she twerking
Uh, I don't get that sh*t hoe (Rocker, shut up)
Uh, yeah she private, I don't follow b*tch I click that VSCO 
I like pink on my five, like I spilled some Pepto
Yeah you see your pockets dying, yea you need some Bismuth