Shoreline Mafia, Fenix Flexin - Hoe Shit Lyrics

Damn, damn, damn
Bitch, bitch, bitch
(Pull some of that bass out Bruce)

Prolly shoulda went to school, I went the hard way (the hard way)
I remember fuckin' bitches in the hallways (in the hallways)
"Prolly never gonna make it", what they all say (what they all say)
Now I walk in Neiman Marcus and I ball, baby (and I ball, baby)
I can't even trust the homies 'cause we all shady ('cause we all shady)
Steady givin' niggas passes, boy, you Tom Brady (Tom Brady)
I done made a half a ticket, then it's gone, baby (then it's gone, baby)
But a nigga still ballin', she beyond crazy (she beyond crazy)
We gon' be there in the end, when it's gone (when it's gone)
If you my homie, why you never call my phone? (Call my phone)
If we can't do it I'ma get it on my own (on my own)
I could drop like thirty thousand, get you gone (get you gone)
I'm sick of rappin' so I'm talkin' on my songs (I'm talkin')
In real life you just poppin' on yo' phone (you ain't)
Internet niggas, Instagram thugs, you was on yo' couch
I be twenty in the club, for real (big bands, nigga)
I could turn a good girl to a sex worker (to a sex worker)
If a nigga try to rob me I'll attempt murder (I'll attempt murder)
I just played the cards I was dealt, nigga (I was dealt, nigga)
Tryna play me? You gon' play yourself, nigga (play yourself, nigga)
Say I'm livin' too fast but I disagree
You don't see this two liter with a six of lean? (Pink poppin')
Watch yo' back, niggas change like the seasons (like the seasons)
I'ma up this forty Glock, give me a reason (I'ma up it)

You niggas dick ridin', on some hoe shit (on some hoe shit)
I've been gettin' to this money, on my grown shit (on my grown shit)
I done made myself a bag, I don't know shit (I don't know shit)
And why these niggas think they on? They ain't on shit (they ain't on shit)
You rock designer? Boy, I been did that (I been that)
I been pulled out twenty thousand, made it all right back
I got this .30 in my pants, that's why I walk like that
I got these VV's in my mouth, that's why I walk like that

I'm on the 110, doing one-ten (skrrt, one-ten)
I'm at The Ritz with yo' bitch and her hoe friends (and her hoe friends)
I just popped a Percocet, she ain't got no chance (she ain't got no chance)
I give her real nigga dick, not no romance (no romance)
I let some money hit the floor, watch 'em pick it up (watch 'em pick it up)
I pull this pistol out my denim, make you give it up (make you give it up)
I'm goin' crazy, pray that I won't murder a nigga
All these niggas is my sons, I get to burping you niggas (I get to burping you niggas)
Huh, I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me
Let's get into it, one of us gon' have to be deceased (pew, pew, pew)
Have yo' family Instagram with them RIP's
Finna put this nigga face on a all white tee
I can't help it, dollar signs, boy, that's all I see
They rather see me on my back but I'm on my feet (ayy, ayy)
But I'm on my feet, they rather see me on my back but I'm on my feet

You niggas dick ridin', on some hoe shit (on some hoe shit)
I've been gettin' to this money, on my grown shit (on my grown shit)
I done made myself a bag, I don't know shit (I don't know shit)
And why these niggas think they on? They ain't on shit (they ain't on shit)
We rock designer, boy, I been did that (I been that)
I been pulled out twenty thousand, made it all right back
I got this .30 in my pants, that's why I walk like that
I got these VV's in my mouth, that's why I walk like that, nigga