Smokingskul - Old Hoes lyrics

Girl you don’t know You ain’t gotta worry
Bout her that's my old ho
Yea She tried to get back
Wit me that's a no, no
Never catch me thinking bout
Her she broke hoe i been thinking bout this
Money that’s for sure, sure
Ain’t got time to settle lately
I been on the road
Y’all niggas y’all best get ready
Cause I’m bound to blow
I got pressure fa a soul who want free smoke?
On my mother fuckin' soul fuck them old hoes

Took a L fa my wo’ thats the bro code
Make em bleed pop up on em in that rojo
Drop that lingo on his bitch
Why she talk like me?
Talking sweet pop up on em in that four door
He on his knees like his fem
You a bozo why the hell u in the streets
And u solo
I want a horse skirt up in it like I’m polo
When I make it all u niggas finna follow

Bitch I roll wit niggas Heavy
Metal finna rock a nigga
Yeah u smell that nigga? I’m the shit
I thought I told y’all niggas
Ian fuck wit shawty Out
Here telling everybody
About my new bitch I know
She ain’t fucking talking
'Cause I caught her body
You can’t ever disrespect me if
U called me daddy
Choppa wit a stock I’ll set
It off for anybody i'm a doorman catch a
Nigga the fucking lobby
Like why u disrespecting? Smack that
Nigga by his shawty
Make him come correct Nigga just got
His return N he tryna flex
You the capper of the year
Nigga fuck the rest
You the capper of the year
Fuck that other shit new bag I’m on my shit
He still worried bout that old ho
Ian stressing ‘bout no ho
Ayy, I ain't stressin' ‘bout no ho

Girl you don’t know You ain’t gotta worry
Bout her that's my old ho
Yea She tried to get back
Wit me that's a no, no
Never catch me thinking bout
Her she broke hoe i been thinking bout this
Money that’s for sure, sure
Ain’t got time to settle lately
I been on the road
Y’all niggas y’all best get ready
Cause I’m bound to blow
I got pressure fa a soul who want free smoke?
On my mother fuckin' soul fuck them old hoes

Took a L fa my wo’ thats the bro code
Make em bleed pop up on em in that rojo
Drop that lingo on his bitch
Why she talk like me?
Talking sweet pop up on em in that four door
He on his knees like his fem
You a bozo why the hell u in the streets
And u solo
I want a horse skirt up in it like I’m polo
When I make it all u niggas finna follow