FDH

[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) [Chorus] Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’ Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’ Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’ Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’ [Verse 2] Niggas actin’ like they trappin’, they be fraudin’ Never sold no crack, on tracks like I got hard an’ I bet that you don’t even know a plug Faking for these bum bitches, man we know what’s up Niggas do anything for a buzz now See it’s cool to act like you sell drugs now ‘til you really in the field and a nigga get killed Now you point your fingers, tellin’ to the judge now You a rat in the hood, no thug now In the club they don’t show you no love now Bum bitches ain’t tryna let you fuck now Nigga shoulda stayed in your lane, you on the bus now Ho shit, I ain’t never on no ho shit I’m a real nigga, I be on my dope shit Trap star, got it tatted on my knuckles nigga All I know is hustle, I’ll never trust no bitch I swear I’ll never change on my niggas No matter what, I’ll be the same with my niggas Keep gettin’ all this fuckin’ change on my niggas I don’t give a fuck if it ain’t ‘bout my niggas [Chorus] Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’ Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’ Fuck these hoes, I ain’t really on they time You ain’t money bitch, then you ain’t on my mind I been rappin’, I been trappin’, I been stackin’, never lackin’ Bitch I’m strapped, go ask this judge, you think I’m lyin’