Hoe House

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out So many bitches, it feel like a ho house Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out [?] [?] you know we gon shoot Step on these niggas, we need some more boots This is a [?] you know I won't lose All of these hundreds, I get me the blues Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone Oh man, just look at the lineup Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up [?] [?] now I'm rocking designer [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] I [?] that ho, she [?] Then I went and fucked [?] She suck the tip and don't tell it Racks out the roof, we gon get it Bitches, they know we some stars Go to the lot, and I pick out a car Got in the booth, they thought I wasn't gonna get far Niggas be cappin, they rap a fasad Don't need no key, this shit ush to start Racks in my [?], you know I go large [?] designer [?] some beef on a plate like a diner [?] We been having hoes [?] Run up them [?] you know I'm a grinder Bust down [?] in my wrist, it might blind her Yeah that lil bitch [?] I got my own [?] But I cannot go back [?] Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas [?] [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out So many bitches, it feel like a ho house Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out [?] [?] you know we gon shoot Step on these niggas, we need some more boots This is a [?] you know I won't lose All of these hundreds, I get me the blues Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone Oh man, just look at the lineup Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up [?] [?] now I'm rocking designer [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Free all my guys, first in the field [?] sharpening steal Ready to kill, their life on the line, riding for Boat, play with it, you die Double M back, 4 X pills, tripple stack, riding Hotwheels Steppin on backs, niggas ain't real [?] Put a bitch on flats, break a pack Make a 6 off that My bitch hate me cause I love her [?] Rats love me, cause I'm rich, that's facts Tryna act rich, you ain't putting up stacks Yelling out slatt, big black, I attack (Slatt) [?] put it on wax Getting birds, bring this shit back Niggas don't know my body [?] wrist like a [?] I ain't ever rode Mazerati First gun was Mozberg shotty On god [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out So many bitches, it feel like a ho house Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out [?] [?] you know we gon shoot Step on these niggas, we need some more boots This is a [?] you know I won't lose All of these hundreds, I get me the blues Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone Oh man, just look at the lineup Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up [?] [?] now I'm rocking designer