No Hoes by Bronze Boi $id Lyrics
I pull up in my coupe it go skrt skrt
Fuckin' on your bitch in a short skirt
Rolling up my loud, Im blowin' fat clouds
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Riding through the streets, throwing cash out
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
They be talkin' all this crazy shit
I stay high on some next level shit
Why you surprised, you know I ain't new to this
Hop in my coupe, and ill show you all my tricks
I pull up with 8, 9, 10 bitches on me
When you look at me, all you can see is money
Come to my trap house babe, keep it lowkey
We could get high maybe we could pop a bean or three
Smoke, yeah we dumb high
Coke, I don't wanna die
Fuckin' with that bitch, she be quick to fly
Fuckin' on yo bitch, I say goodbye
Run up, thats a black eye
Shooters, they on standby
Bape on me got that tie dye
And I shoot straight got that goldeneye
I pull up in my coupe it go skrt skrt
Fuckin on your bitch in a short skirt
Rolling up my loud, Im blowin' fat clouds
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Riding through the streets, throwing cash out
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Trappin to this beat, Im doing savage shit
All my brothers back home livin' lavishly
I got money now I buy my mom a lavish whip
I remember back when I didn't have no shit
I got Rollies
I got Louie V
I got Fendi
I got Bentleys
I got Rollies
I got Louie V
I got Fendi
I got Bentleys
I be fucking on a bitch and then she suck on me
She be starin' at my diamonds looking hungrily
All these other dudes be watching me so homelessly
Rollin' loud with a bitch then we change the sheets
Switched back and forth never felt like I would fit in
Now these other rappers struggle to make bars im shittin'
Pullin' off, got that hat hair
Everytime I skrt off in my car I got that Gucci flair
I pull up in my coupe it go skrt skrt
Fuckin on your bitch in a short skirt
Rolling up my loud, Im blowin' fat clouds
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Riding through the streets, throwing cash out
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Fuckin' on your bitch in a short skirt
Rolling up my loud, Im blowin' fat clouds
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Riding through the streets, throwing cash out
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
They be talkin' all this crazy shit
I stay high on some next level shit
Why you surprised, you know I ain't new to this
Hop in my coupe, and ill show you all my tricks
I pull up with 8, 9, 10 bitches on me
When you look at me, all you can see is money
Come to my trap house babe, keep it lowkey
We could get high maybe we could pop a bean or three
Smoke, yeah we dumb high
Coke, I don't wanna die
Fuckin' with that bitch, she be quick to fly
Fuckin' on yo bitch, I say goodbye
Run up, thats a black eye
Shooters, they on standby
Bape on me got that tie dye
And I shoot straight got that goldeneye
I pull up in my coupe it go skrt skrt
Fuckin on your bitch in a short skirt
Rolling up my loud, Im blowin' fat clouds
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Riding through the streets, throwing cash out
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Trappin to this beat, Im doing savage shit
All my brothers back home livin' lavishly
I got money now I buy my mom a lavish whip
I remember back when I didn't have no shit
I got Rollies
I got Louie V
I got Fendi
I got Bentleys
I got Rollies
I got Louie V
I got Fendi
I got Bentleys
I be fucking on a bitch and then she suck on me
She be starin' at my diamonds looking hungrily
All these other dudes be watching me so homelessly
Rollin' loud with a bitch then we change the sheets
Switched back and forth never felt like I would fit in
Now these other rappers struggle to make bars im shittin'
Pullin' off, got that hat hair
Everytime I skrt off in my car I got that Gucci flair
I pull up in my coupe it go skrt skrt
Fuckin on your bitch in a short skirt
Rolling up my loud, Im blowin' fat clouds
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
Riding through the streets, throwing cash out
I don't really fucks with the hoes now
I don't really fucks with the hoes now