Guess What Bitch, We Back Hoe!

(专辑： SCARING THE HOES: DLC PACK - 1974)

No, you ain't
Check

Throw it back for a thick boy
I'm a outcast, still out last
Your favourite rapper, no hits, boy
This offshore cost more than yours (Uh-huh)
Had Dior three years ago (Style)
Made my way, carved my own lane
Still hating, do my own thing (Yeah)
Ain't crying over no spilled milk (Nah)
Fucking bitches like Wilt still (Style)
Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (Ha)
Or locked up, we don't fuck with death (Ha)
But guess what, bitch? We back, ho
We ain't never left, just sound good
But guess what, bitch? We back, ho
'Cause we ain't never left, just sound good (Uh)
I'm Detroit Red on a whole lotta X (Ow)
He ain't in my pocket and I got that check
Had to check for the shoestring
If you try to shoot, things might jam up, so try your
Don't try to be looking out
Keep it on me if you try to doubt
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Seen a lot homie, and watch your mouth

Guess what? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smoking that strong
Feeling like Mike, just leave me alone
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smoking that strong (Well)
Feeling like Mike, just leave me alone (Style)
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here, smoking that strong (Let's go)
Feeling like Mike, just leave me alone (Uh)

That money can't save you, bitch (No)
Them guards can't save you, bitch (Uh-uh)
Your pimp just playing you, bitch (That's right)
How you wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?)
You can tell they was raised by some bitches
Creepy niggas always wanna kick it
Give percentage 'cause they want an image
Them people put all of your fam' in a ditch, sni
Bitch, play me, you gone, just leave me alone
I got a pistol, it's shiny and chrome
Straight to your face, now we hollow your home
Uh-oh, you know (You know)
Me and Danny, we pros (Pros)
Feeling like Mike, just give me the goal
I'm feeling like Biggie, they giving me mo', huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh, let's go, uh
Rappers getting extorted (Yeah)
Like hoes who can't afford it (Let's go)
Gotta check in with they daddy
But they get pushed down the toilet
Your fate came with a price and for that price you getting aborted
These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mourning
Y'all tried to bring the heat, that's how shit pop, Alonzo Mourning
She sing my song to me after we fuck, that bitch retarded

Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smoking that strong
Feeling like Mike, just leave me alone
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smoking that strong (Well)
Feeling like Mike, just leave me alone (Style)

I'm ready, I'm ready
No, you ain't
(Uh)