Party Hoes

Let me go and tell you all a story
Bout' this weird sh*t
She had dropped me once
Now she coming back for real d*ck
Little bi*ch
Cute face
Nice a*s
Big tits
But she got her problems
Now she tripping bout this lil sh*t

Say I came stunting on her
I don't give a fu*k
She had hit me on the trap
Say I'm down to f*ck
And you know that I was stupid
Cause I tested luck
One thing led to another
Now I'm in her guts

Now she tripping bout me
Noah can you text back
What the fu*k you been out doing
I don't like that
I don't give a damn about you
Did me down back
I'm just doing how you did me baby
How you like that

I don't give a damn about it
We could pull or get them licks in
I be stunting on the track
I do the same with pulling bi*ches
I be fu*king on your h*e
I'm all up in her call her princess
They be saying I don't pull
But I be pulling hella bitches

Right back on it
How my d*ck taste
See you got it in your mouth
Most of these weekdays
I don't give a damn about it
F*ck them replays
Now she running from me
Hold on let me go and rephrase

Let me rephrase
The way that I make music
I should get me a little pay raise
Seeing life to different
Seen them switch up in the worst ways
I done had my share of sh*t
But I would never switch up on the gang

Bad little b*tch
I say how you doing
I don't care about relationships
We only scre*ing
I don't want to see a text saying how you doing
Girl I wanna see a text
Noah I'm gonna pull up on you

Fu*k it killing all the beats
I'm really going different on
These bi*tches tryna f*ck with me
I'm getting my little dirty on
Rubbing on my sh*t
She touching di*k
She know I got it on me
Now he really pissed because she leaving him
And coming home

I done dropped the low
But he ain't do shit
Fu*king on his hoe
But now she useless

Parents always taught me
Have respect or it'll come back
I done had respect but
I had people go and use that
I done have them trust
And all this sh*t
But I'm the dumb*ss
I'm gonna stay real heartless
B*tch you fu*king on a dumb*ss

Fu*k it now I'm coming back
and I'm gonna go and kill this sh*t
I don't give a f*ck about the b*tch
And all her stupid sh*t

I'm gonna run up bags
Run up checks on that stupid sh*t
Want to buy a jet with some bags
On that stupid sh*t

Run the bag up
Run the bag up
Flex it
Run the bag up
Run the tag up
Step it
Run the bag up
Run the bag up
Flex it
Run the bag up
Run the bag up
Stepping

I don't ever tell them b*tches sh*t
Because they go and tell it
I done lied to many b*tches faces
I ain't want to text them
Sorry now I know it's really wrong
But life had went and check me
Saying Noah you's a bi*ch
You ain't never gonna pass me

Shorty said she down bad for me
I might come back
I don't give a fu*k about that bi*ch
She on the damn app
Shorty bent it over
Shaking *ss
Saying break back
Let me go and stop
I might have to and break dat

Bad little b*tch sent a text
I give great head
Why you ain't responding Noah
Why you being down bad
Texting bookoo hoes
Sorry didn't tell you my bad
Now you gotta go another coming
Get out my bed

Run the bag up
Run the bag up
Flex it
Run the bag up
Run the tag up
Step it
Run the bag up
Run the bag up
Flex it
Run the bag up
Run the bag up
Stepping

Now they try to go and diss me
I'm the one who's going hardest
Now her pops hating on me
Cause I'm fu*king on his daughter
Now they hating on the kid
Stream my music go retarded
How you hating on me b*tch
I'm the one who's going harder