[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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