Tina Snow Interlude
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Fake ass b**ches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a b**ch who went ghost, sh*t, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that race
Fake ass b**ches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a b**ch who went ghost, sh*t, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that race
I had to learn that some people only f**k with you when it's beneficial
And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a motherf**kin' issue
You can keep tellin' people you don't f**k with me no more
'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl sh*t (Ayy)
Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah)
Fake ass b**ches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake ass b**ches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake ass b**ches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake ass b**ches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don, checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, man
It take a special motherf**ker to even represent this real life, you understand?
See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar got the same bag, man
See, the hustlers and the grinders, they just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars, see, that's real talk
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself
Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man
It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel
The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture
'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through
Perforated from the guts, to the door pannels, to the booth
We don't ride raincoat
If I got the top up on it, that motherf**ker cover with the rain
Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clean on that paint
b**ch thicker than Megan, get it? See, that's how you talk slayer
Have you ever seen a b**ch so bad a nigga spend his last on that sh*t?
Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga
Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzs, if I'm in it, I own it
Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates
Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere
"Ke, what you sayin'?"
I say it all at the safe, how you like me now, nigga?
