[Intro]
Ay you just my old hoe, ay you just my old bitch, ay you just some new niggas new experience (x3)
[Verse]
In my hood sittin' on the hood lookin' up at the clouds
Wearin' a hood with my bitch like "What's good?" with no doubt
Wonderin' if I put my cock in Asian will she scream "Caucasian"
Rented a Jeep for the weekend cause her grandad own a cabin in the Appalachians
You roll that gas and sour d feel like you ain't held a nuke
You never won nothin' in the life boy you braggin' about a fluke
Nosy niggas ask my bitch about me instead of me stoppin'
Bitch niggas need they own talk show, talking all of that gossip
I got, 99 problems, and fuck nigga you and your comrades loose lips gon' cause your ass to lose one
Hot boy, shit, put hot shit on everythin' for taste of Pete's sake
To think I did all this shit, over a relationship break
I call her Mrs. Nothing, knowin' there's always somethin'
Turn nothin' into something with London she just make assumptions
From talkin' everyday, to phone calls once a week, from havin' somethin' to say and now we barely even speak
New hoe hit my line she a gardener plant her own marijuana, rose petals all over me in the backyard, I think I'm Kurama
Bell hands rubbed in Charlotte's web [?] to them pigs
Still disturbin' the peace tellin' these kids it's only me
Swazer told me I ever need anything then I got you
When I'm on dates I hate niggas who stick or tryna watch you
They askin' who the most innovative nigga is and it's not you
Y'all spit flame but my beats show up like Amaterasu
Ay you just my old hoe, ay you just my old bitch, ay you just some new niggas new experience (x3)
[Verse]
In my hood sittin' on the hood lookin' up at the clouds
Wearin' a hood with my bitch like "What's good?" with no doubt
Wonderin' if I put my cock in Asian will she scream "Caucasian"
Rented a Jeep for the weekend cause her grandad own a cabin in the Appalachians
You roll that gas and sour d feel like you ain't held a nuke
You never won nothin' in the life boy you braggin' about a fluke
Nosy niggas ask my bitch about me instead of me stoppin'
Bitch niggas need they own talk show, talking all of that gossip
I got, 99 problems, and fuck nigga you and your comrades loose lips gon' cause your ass to lose one
Hot boy, shit, put hot shit on everythin' for taste of Pete's sake
To think I did all this shit, over a relationship break
I call her Mrs. Nothing, knowin' there's always somethin'
Turn nothin' into something with London she just make assumptions
From talkin' everyday, to phone calls once a week, from havin' somethin' to say and now we barely even speak
New hoe hit my line she a gardener plant her own marijuana, rose petals all over me in the backyard, I think I'm Kurama
Bell hands rubbed in Charlotte's web [?] to them pigs
Still disturbin' the peace tellin' these kids it's only me
Swazer told me I ever need anything then I got you
When I'm on dates I hate niggas who stick or tryna watch you
They askin' who the most innovative nigga is and it's not you
Y'all spit flame but my beats show up like Amaterasu
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