Verse 1:
Uno dos tres thot hoes (ayeee)
Ivyson is my religion but I'm God though
Lotta green Lotta chips like nachos
Big screen just to watch a hater n***a die slow
Lighting up green tote beams like a light show
Sip lean eat a lot of pussy like dyke hoes
Bitch I'm a star, side by side with a type hoe
That means she a TYPO
I L-L-O-V all my hoes
T-R-I me , you gon' be in God's home
I get the money like a joke ha ha Ho
Open up the safe and i scream te amo n***a
I be in and outta offices
Because the money talkative
Pinky finger , ring finger, finger for the officers
Still give it out to everyone like an orphanage
Tall Racks Boss man , nah you can't talk to him
Short n***a, but these n***as money ain't as tall as him. Damn
Now I'm turning Sam to a bossy bitch
And i'm turning Row into a flossy and a saucy bitch
Curtain call n***a, the shows over
Im a hot n***a given em the cold shoulder
Lil n***a i'll make one of my hoes roast ya
I want a whip with the doors that be overdosing
S-U-M-O en route hoes
Filling up the OCBs like Thuto
My bullshit walks in some new Loubs ho
My money talks like scoob, bro you know
Uno dos tres thot hoes
Diamonds dancing and they hugging thats squad goals
Shawty bad and the ass so fat
She gon make a n***a dance to amapiano

Uno dos tres thot hoes (ayeee)
Ivyson is my religion but I'm God though
So when you talkin to me better keep your eyes closed
All about the peace but its fuck the other side, so

Uno dos tres shots bro (ayeee)
Im clean but my double cup not though
I like kwaito and amapiano
But i could never turn hip hop into a side hoe n***a

Ivyson