[Intro]
Yo, yo, aye
Aye, aye, aye
There some stupid hoes I might keep just for fun
Yo, aye, yo, aye, aye (Ayo, Lari, this shit fire)

[Chorus]
There some stupid hoes I might keep just for fun
Please don't tell my manager I'm geeked, ruin the fun
Charger really loud, hard to creep, but it's fun
Staring at the ones, you a creep in the club

[Verse]
My big brother ready, if you reach, he gon' bust
She really in Atlanta with some creeps, and she love me
Told her don't come back without a Peach fucking Crush
I’ll come and hurt your feelings when I creep if it’s lust
I really pop them blues so I speak, in a slur
My big brothers really don’t want me, in the club
N***as try to hate but we gon’ teach them how to love
Hoe get out my way ‘cause I ain’t me, on these drugs
I’ma dash boy so the Digi ones I love
My big brothers really don’t want me, in this club
There some messy hoes I might keep, just for fun
I told my BM don’t let no hoes, post my son
My lil’ brother mad ‘cause he can’t loaf, so he bum
He just missed the cutoff ‘cause the drink man a bum
There some stupid hoes I might keep just for fun
Aye, yo, aye, aye, aye
[Chorus]
There some stupid hoes I might keep just for fun
Please don't tell my manager I'm geeked, ruin the fun
Charger really loud, hard to creep, but it's fun
Staring at the ones, you a creep in the club
Charger really loud, hard to creep, but it's fun
There some stupid hoes I might keep just for fun

[Outro]
Vroom, vroom, vroom