[Chorus]:
All of my bitches but you can run up a check
And all of them bitches you got they don't do shit
I gotta couple of bitches that's gone remind them
You gotta couple of bitches that do what they can
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands

[Verse 1]:
Fresh out the bando shooting shoe come fore
Slapping your bitch she playing games
This ain't Nintendo no
Fresher than peppermint
She get the boot no timberland
If a group of fuck n***as are starting an organization
Then you'd be the president shoot you like mega man
Her pussy felt heaven sent
Murk to all of you n***as that nobody fucking with me
Like I'm selling bent, make a bitch drip, out of her clothes
Cadillac goes pockets all swole like like
When you buss a n***a nose
I keep that chopper like its my ID
Leave a bitch stuck like a cat in the tree
Bands are running the black of track knee
Bitch getting kicked out the door like Bruce Lee
The chopper is on me better come with an army
Woke up in pussy this morning
I was bussing nuts before i was even yawnng
[Chorus]:
All of my bitches but you can run up a check
And all of them bitches you got they don't do shit
I gotta couple of bitches that's gone remind them
You gotta couple of bitches that do what they can
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands

[Verse 2]:
I got some bands on me
I got some xans on me
Young n***a been all around the world
I ain't talking geography
All the side bitches of the side of me
All my ride or dies gone ride for me
I got a four
Fuck i be leaning like molly and bro
I'm bout to catch a body
I'm bout to pop molly
I'm bout to get me another chopper
So i dare one you pussy n***as to come try me
Drumming [ ] ghost
Caspar lifty NASA
They see that a n***a is fly so they gone come bite me like a tarantula
Try me and ima shoot
N***a getting high with no parachute
Get your ass kicked like a pair of shoes
Put your ass on the 8 o clock news
Pussy ain't you n***a where your push back
I'm just tryna found out where the kush at
If you snitch you get smoked like a kush sack
These bitches addicting like good crack
[Chorus]:
All of my bitches but you can run up a check
And all of them bitches you got they don't do shit
I gotta couple of bitches that's gone remind them
You gotta couple of bitches that do what they can
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands