KG Smokey - Manners lyrics

That's it right there, Gnealz

I got hoes
Yeah that bitch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
I got hoes, fuck your bitch, I got no manners
I got hoes
Yeah that bitch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta
Damn
I got hoes, fuck your bitch, I got no manners
I got hoes
Yeah that bitch gon' dance on camera
I got hoes, she thick like she from Atlanta

I ain't got no manners, oh
Bitch, I'm popping Xanax, damn
My plug speak in Spanish, oh
Blunts look like Havana, damn
Mix it with a Xanax
Moonwalking like Michael Jackson
Drag a Sport up in that coupe, I'm serving
Swerving out of traffic
And yeah, I'm from southeast, got a Glock
Making bodies drop
Smokey on another kill streak
I don't give a fuck yo, I bang my bitch
Suck me then she fuck my squad
Bitch don't know my name
Google me then give me top
I got hoes dropping knees like they deathrows
I got gas inside my wood
And Gucci on my clothes (yeah)
Bitch, don't touch my lean
Shut your mouth then give me dope
(give me dope) i just touched that kilo
KG Smokey at that bold bitch, you ugly
I ain't throwing ones up on that pole
I need Xans, I need this lean
I jumped it for a stove (finesse)
I feel like Tony 'cause I'm
Drenched inside Versace rolls (Versace)
I don't do this for the hoes
I do this for my bros (Squad)

19o4 gang shit, you know what I'm saying?
Fuck your bitch in the throat
KG fuck a hoe, Smokey and Joey Trap
Get it right stupid