Wido, Sholoh - cloak lyrics
[Wido, Sholoh - cloak lyrics]
I know you a hoe
Run too fast, I can't go slow
Pull up on the dash, and my boys gon' go
Niggas talkin' shit, we gon' make 'em fold
Riding wit my bros, had to get my chips
Getting guap on the low
Niggas talking tough
We gon' have to make 'em go
You was talking shit
Better reap what you sow
You can't find me in this cloak
I know you a hoe
Run too fast, I can't go slow
Pull up on the dash, and my boys gon' go
Niggas talkin' shit, we gon' make 'em fold
Riding wit my bros, had to get my chips
Getting guap on the low
Niggas talking tough
We gon' have to make 'em go
You was talking shit
Better reap what you sow
You can't find me in this cloak
Racks in my wallet, can't fold
And I'm off the horse so
I start to lose control
Yeah, he talkin' shit so we wipin' his nose
They got inside me
Jumping out the fourth floor
So pour me up a four, I'm finna act up
Sippin' on this juice I'm gonna act tough
And I be roaming with a knife
I'ma take your life
Baby, what you thrive to be? I'm a sacrifice
And I be rolling with a knife, two blades
(John)
Strike them to your head, you’re two faced
Strike them through my heart
And I'm gone off that cart
Big dose till I die, rise up to the sky
But this is real life
But not through real eyes
I know you a hoe
Run too fast, I can't go slow
Pull up on the dash, and my boys gon' go
Niggas talkin' shit, we gon' make 'em fold
Riding wit my bros, had to get my chips
Getting guap on the low
Niggas talking tough
We gon' have to make 'em go
You was talking shit
Better reap what you sow
You can't find me in this cloak
Run too fast, I can't go slow
Pull up on the dash, and my boys gon' go
Niggas talkin' shit, we gon' make 'em fold
Riding wit my bros, had to get my chips
Getting guap on the low
Niggas talking tough
We gon' have to make 'em go
You was talking shit
Better reap what you sow
You can't find me in this cloak
I know you a hoe
Run too fast, I can't go slow
Pull up on the dash, and my boys gon' go
Niggas talkin' shit, we gon' make 'em fold
Riding wit my bros, had to get my chips
Getting guap on the low
Niggas talking tough
We gon' have to make 'em go
You was talking shit
Better reap what you sow
You can't find me in this cloak
Racks in my wallet, can't fold
And I'm off the horse so
I start to lose control
Yeah, he talkin' shit so we wipin' his nose
They got inside me
Jumping out the fourth floor
So pour me up a four, I'm finna act up
Sippin' on this juice I'm gonna act tough
And I be roaming with a knife
I'ma take your life
Baby, what you thrive to be? I'm a sacrifice
And I be rolling with a knife, two blades
(John)
Strike them to your head, you’re two faced
Strike them through my heart
And I'm gone off that cart
Big dose till I die, rise up to the sky
But this is real life
But not through real eyes
I know you a hoe
Run too fast, I can't go slow
Pull up on the dash, and my boys gon' go
Niggas talkin' shit, we gon' make 'em fold
Riding wit my bros, had to get my chips
Getting guap on the low
Niggas talking tough
We gon' have to make 'em go
You was talking shit
Better reap what you sow
You can't find me in this cloak