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[Intro] Girl, you see these buddy-ass hoes tryna get in our section You see them lookin' at us over there? They can't even get in, they ain't gang, what y'all on? Like what they on? They must got a problem or somethin', what the— Stay on that side Naw, y'all can't come over here, man And I hope they don't think they finna come over gettin' bucks Huh, I wish they would Man, it's over with Y'all gotta know what's up with us, real talk No cap (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) [Chorus] These hoes can't come in our section These hoes bе broke, they messy I'm waitin' on a bitch, comе test me These hoes can't come in our section These hoes can't come in our section These hoes be broke, they messy I'm waitin' on a bitch, come test me These hoes can't come in our section [Verse 1: Glorilla] Walk up in the party VIP, I'm with some models Lookin' bad as fuck, shit, they gon' think I'm with some toddlers They done told me pop my shit, so, ayy, I started with the bottle We gon' rock the club tonight, then have a Sunday school tomorrow We don't need no introduction, we walk through and they gon' know it's us Don't gotta make no scene, 'cause off the rip, they ass gon' notice us They talkin' from the crowd, but on the gang, they ain't gon' fuck with us Act like they don't know, I bet y'all niggas know what's up with us, on God [Verse 2: Aleza] Pullin' up lit, droppin' fire in the section See us in the club, you can't come up in our section Hottest out of Memphis, we the new obsession Big dog status, heavyweight, we flexin' Said I'm kickin' down the door, now I'm lettin' all my bitches in Subtract a couple niggas just to add up all my dividends Bitches wanna hate, but they forgot they used to be a fan Gangster at the mouth, well, ho, show me, let me see your hands [Chorus] These hoes can't come in our section These hoes be broke, they messy I'm waitin' on a bitch, come test me These hoes can't come in our section These hoes can't come in our section These hoes be broke, they messy I'm waitin' on a bitch, come test me These hoes can't come in our section [Verse 3: K Carbon] Ain't no better feelin' then shittin' on these mad hoes every day Bitches wishin' they was still the gang, can't come back anyway We been stakin' out on her block, caught her on the twelfth day Sun up and sun down, I'm at it, I don't get no off day Soon as bitches thinkin' beef died down, we poppin' back out Tryna get away, do him like Ricky, knock his back out All I got for bitches is six feet, they don't get no damn clout Bitches ain't welcome in my section, they tryna hang out [Verse 4: Gloss Up] Pretty bitches in my section, you lame hoes cannot hang with us You know what's up, had 'em sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up Every time I step, I gotta know these bitches frownin' And every time I don't text back, you know the nigga clownin' I want big blunts and a Taylor Port, pussy ate on a resort Got me thinkin' they bulletproof, but my chain, they never reach for it Wanna be in our section, but you lame hoes had to detour I don't work no jobs, but a feature, you gotta pay for it, on God [Chorus] These hoes can't come in our section These hoes be broke, they messy I'm waitin' on a bitch, come test me These hoes can't come in our section These hoes can't come in our section These hoes be broke, they messy I'm waitin' on a bitch, come test me These hoes can't come in our section [Outro] Broke-ass bitches can't come in our motherfuckin' section We mean, bitch, havin' all the ones with whoever, yeah Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Ayy At this moment, you hoes cannot fuck with us Period