Opp Thots (High Demand) lyrics

[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Check yo’ page, ‘cause God know, b*tch I ain’t never in life went on yo’ page
I know these b*tch ass
b*tch you be stalkin’ me, stop playin’ with me mayne
(Winners circle)

[Chorus]
Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes, yeah
I’m on scene and b*tch, you lookin’ like you need some clues, yeah
b*tches steady dissin’, tryna copy all my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say “I got me a new n*gga and he richer” (And he richer)
She say “He f*ck me way better, I c*m quicker” yeah
I tell told hoe “I’m on my sh*t, got bukoo Benjis” yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be sh*t and that’s the business, yeah, yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah, hold on, what you said?
Yeah, huh, oh you think you the sh*t now
Whatchu feel like you on?
Oh, you don’t need me, huh?
Nah, b*tch you bullsh*t
You just like ya momma, b*tch, you gon’ stay bullsh*t, hoe (b*tch)

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I’m lit, you tryna copy all this fashion, yeah, yeah
b*tch, I’m really rich and you know that I ain’t actin’, yeah, yeah
Hoe, you lame as sh*t, can’t tell me that I’m cappin’, yeah, yeah
Let me have a one night stand, you can’t say no n*gga can’t
Ain’t do no show, I count up
Tear up yo’ state, I mount up
I stay strapped up, don’t run up (Brrd)
We keep a burner on us
b*tch, what you tryna stunt for?
I get my girl to stomp her
She say I ain’t sh*t, yeah, yeah, tell her I say “f*ck her”
Stay in fashion, high demandin’ and I’m lit, yeah (And I’m lit)
Tryna be like me and be the one that talk that shir (Talk that sh*t)
Don’t wear no jewelry, but hold up, look at your wrist
Tell that hoe to show up, ‘cause when I pull up, I’m on my sh*t, yeah (Woah)
[Chorus]
Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes, yeah
I’m on scene and b*tch, you lookin’ like you need some clues, yeah
b*tches steady dissin’, tryna copy all my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say “I got me a new n*gga and he richer” (And he richer)
She say “He f*ck me way better, I c*m quicker” yeah
I tell told hoe “I’m on my sh*t, got bukoo Benjis” yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be sh*t and that’s the business, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I’m fly as hell, oh and I’m out on bail, oh
I know you ain’t sh*t and that’s a fact ‘cause I can’t tell, oh
Can you come stay here? No
Have I ever killed? No
Why you say you kilt that boy then? b*tch be for real, though
Ridin’ ‘round with a tech, though (Brrd)
Play and you get stretched, though
b*tch I got a lot of doe, so don’t try to flex hoe
Then he come down, covered in this Black & Mild smoke

[Chorus]
Homicide, designer walker, blood on my shoes, yeah
I’m on scene and b*tch, you lookin’ like you need some clues, yeah
b*tches steady dissin’, tryna copy all my moves, yeah
Had to keep my distance so we’ll prove ‘em, like who you, yeah
She say “I got me a new n*gga and he richer” (And he richer)
She say “He f*ck me way better, I c*m quicker” yeah
I tell told hoe “I’m on my sh*t, got bukoo Benjis” yeah, yeah
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be sh*t and that’s the business, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
b*tch gon’ say, I’m infected
b*tch, if-if-I-if-I, if I wasn’t trippin’ b*tch, we was infected together
At least I-at least I ain’t run around this b*tch tryna find somebody to be with
b*tch, I got somebody