MESSY HOES lyrics

[Verse 1: plaqueboymax]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Welcome to violet
Yeah, Yeah, uh
I been making money my sh*t through the roof
Yeah I stole your hoe cause that's what shooters do
Say you wanna lay a hoe, who is you
I can't f*ck a big b*tch, never tho
And I wonder why you be jelly hoe
I just see the bread like a telescope
I just got the whip I might go sell it tho
And I drive it always feel like crashing tho
I cheat on my b*tches I won't tell 'em tho
I just love to stack and smoke on smelly dope
I been doing that like I'm Zelly Ocho
All my exes turned to jelly hoes
Yeah my pockets fat they got some belly rolls
I can't be friends with you, you zesty bro
And I really ain't into kissing b*tches cause you never know when they a messy hoe

[Verse 2: NIKOWOODYEAR]
f*ck is we talking 'bout
He talk on the net and he do anything for reactions
Splitting that pape with my bros like a fraction
Pull up to the spot and I'm like "what is brackin"
Money low he can't even think 'bout my bracket
His b*tch pull up on me, I beat from the back end
Six-hundred K check off of music I cashed it
Everything that I say can be a f*cking caption, huh
Put your music in the trashcan, huh
I beat his b*tch like I'm KANKAN, huh
I woke up in this b*tch blasting, huh
Cheat on my b*tch I done broke her heart
Wrist on anemic, my neck in the freezer
The way this sh*t hitting I froze my heart
Don't care if we date, I ain't posting her
Lil buddy a bum he ain't close at all
[Verse 3: plaqueboymax]
Uh, 2x2 yeah, doubled my bags
That was your hoe yeah, oh my bad
Bad b*tch on me, I dove in that
Too much money I can't be sad
Need me a wifey, just like RiRi
My money flow b*tch, just like Fiji
Yall study hoes b*tch, can't they kinky
Too much money might cop a beamer
So much money my life getting risky
Crazy I ain't know who was f*cking with me
Then I woke up the man of my city
Sippin' on drank sh*t got me p*ssy
I was born with a sipping addiction
Farm on me, got too much chicken
Calm on me my blue jeans denim

[Verse 4: NIKOWOODYEAR]
I'm off the pill
I'm in this b*tch rocking 'Strawberry Hills'
Vetements, Balenci, down to my heels, for real, okay
Yo' b*tch wanna pull up, put di*k in her face
No.9 on my jeans, No.9 on my waist
I just f*cked that hoe twice then I threw her away
Yea, hellcat speed b*tch, I'm finna race it
He talk on the net watch that boy get erased
Shrooms, I'm on the moon
Yeah baby I'm coolin'
If I gave you my swag you wouldn't know what to do with it
Got my advance money, hellcats I got two of 'em
He beef on the net I ain't with all that foolery
My slimes 'll pull up and they taking his jewelry
Been getting money this sh*t is not new to me
How many b*tches could fit up inside of this whip? Ain't no limit cause all of them choosing me
I got them racks coming in on the first and the fifth, I pop thirties cause I am a hooligan
Lil buddy gon' do what I say, If I tell 'em to pull up and shoot he gon spray with the cooling kit
Swapped out my roster cause I needed some newer b*tches
Ain't missing out cause that lil pus*y ain't exclusive
I just stay fly on my cool sh*t
I just went doubled my G's, This ain't Gucci
[Outro: NIKOWOODYEAR]
Welcome to violet
I just went doubled my G's, This ain't Gucci