What, what, what
Yung Flex, Melody Mafia, Hoe
Yeah
Aye, pull up on your block, and I drop my top
Finna flex up in the convertible coupe lil hoe
Got the clips with the 30 shots up in the glock
Finger on the trigger, Im ready to shoot lil hoe
Rob you for all your loot lil hoe,
Stomp you out with the size 10 boots lil hoe ,
You aint really bout it, you sweeter than fruit lil hoe,
All that talking, finna put you on mute lil hoe.
Pull up on your block, and Im blasting Triple 6,
All that tough talking boy you finna end up in a ditch, yeah
Talking all that mess, lil boy get lynched
Strapped up like a belt, got the tool no wrench
Lil hoe you can swing, but I aint finna flinch
Quick to blow your brains out if you move one inch
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
Black ski mask, finna kick in your door
Switchblade in the sock, finna stick it in your throat
Feeling like Im Lil Jon, lil hoe get low
Or Im finna squeeze the trigger, blow your brains on the floor
Yeah, I bet you finna run when the Mac11 spit,
Bullets rushing by your head hoping you dont get hit,
Yeah Im feeling like Im Gomi, pull up with the slit wrists,
Finna open you up like a kid on Christmas
I just put 30 in the glock,
I just put 30 in the glock,
I aint finna miss a shot,
Hoe Im finna run up in your spot,
Hoe Im finna run up in your spot,
With the mask, Slipknot
Aye, you cant see California without Marlon Brandos eyes,
Yung Flex on top, I dont know you other guys
Im the one you despise, Im a killer in disguise,
Even though I got a mask, see the rage in my eyes
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
You aint really bout it lil hoe, lil hoe
CAUTION II [PROD. BY MARTYRBOY]