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