8 Dead Hoes lyrics

[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
Man, big dough, big dough, big dough
Selling hoes on the track, call [?]
They don't know how it go in the four, and if they don't then their brains get blow
.22 or .556, know we pimping in the mix
Came in for a one double o, know we thugging and plugging till we go
And it's off top, you know we make this sh*t rock
Pick a spot, y'know we got the block hot
High off weed, goop, higher we go
Know we finna mack that b*tch, f*cking move
Thugging, plugging, opp in the pot
You ain't never seen sh*t, boy you just sight looking
Play it larry, way he shot back
[?], I could cop that
Let's just stop the bullsh*t
Pick that boy with a full clip
Full clip, extendos, Kirb coming through out the window

[Verse 2: Bambi]
Suck me while I'm sleeping like she Kirby up in Dreamland
Wockhardt got me leaning feeling like a f*cking kickstand
Everytime I take a flight I need me like six xans and everytime I'm cooking crack I need about like six pans
Yo b*tch is a big fan, f*cked her, she got big cans
I'm sorry she don't f*ck with you cause Bambi is a rich man
Spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands
Spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands
Used to sell blow, call me Bambi Pablo
I got eight bad hoes in the trunk of my Tahoe
Out here f*ckin' balling like I hit the f*cking lotto
Catching hella bodies like the south side of Chicago
Pull up to your spot, yeah you know I'll f*cking pack you out
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Pacquiao, Pacquiao, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao