FDH PnB Rock

[Verse 1]
Fuck these hoes, I just hit ‘em then I flee ‘em
‘Cause I know hoes fuckin’ for some lime-a-ritas
Think I’m cuffing, you don’t know me ho
Yeah we can chill, and we can fuck, and we can smoke this dope
Other than that, you don’t get nothin’ but a lil conversation
‘Cause we cool but we ain’t that cool
Bitch I ain’t really got no patience
For no ho shit
Learned that back in oh-six
Fell in love, I went to jail
She ain’t hold me down, I was so sick
Nowadays I been in the trap, gettin’ them racks
Watch ‘cause the cops kickin’ doors down
And made money, the bitch she ain’t been on my mind
‘cause I ain’t really worried ‘bout no hoes now
Lately I been over there in mix
Stayin’ down, tryna get a brick
Stayin’ strapped with my four pound
Nigga just said he got a lick
Say he know the boy with the shit
Hell yeah I’m on go now
I’m rappin’, I’m trappin’, I’m singin’, I’m smashin’, your girl wanna have me (that’s her)
I hit my plug like I’m ready and he come at me with the package (that work)
I’m smokin’, I’m drinkin’, I’m leanin’, but don’t ever think that I’m lackin’ (hell nah)
Here go the answers to all of the questions I know you gon’ ask me (ask me)