"Tuck That Hate In (Slowed Down)" lyrics

Got too many hoes goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many flows goddamn
I got too many flows goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many hoes goddamn

Bash, why you love the hood and still slide through, don't you stay in the burbs?
These hoes may lie with you, got a pretty ass face but them hoes still birds
My clan shall die for you but a bitch gon' snitch when that bitch get hurt
And them folks might ride with you 'cause the plot gets thick when that pot gets served
But I can't even say no words, can't say shit when you jockin' first
And I ain't tryna spend no verbs, won't even quote yo' name in no verse
Broke boy tryna hop in the Purge, you wasn't talkin' shit when you was poppin' them percs
Ooh, got it straight out the dirt (Keep goin')
Pussy ass boy, got it straight out the earth (Keep goin')
Ay, but hit your man wit' a brick or sum
Let him slide on the lick or sum
Get him lit wit' a zip or sum
Count money, get a bitch or sum
Instead of hating on me for nothin'
Instead of hating nigga, we be stuntin'
Instead of hating nigga, we getting money, goddamn
Cause my dope just came from Cliff-side
These hoes might get dirty, might get freaky down on this side
Might slide through yo' home to take you out to end up inside
Might fuck wit' Caucasians or lil' Blasian's wit' some thick thighs
Ay, 'cause you know I'm not monogamous
These niggas name synonymous
I through for her esophagus
I drive through Metropolis
Count money, what the problem is?
Raw nigga, thought it obvious
Don't know what a condom is
Show me where the drama is
I can't even rock four braids no more
These niggas wanna be just like Bash
Copy my swag, tryna jack my flows
They might talk like it's all 'bout gas
I been tryna smoke but they still want sole
They might front like they all 'bout cash
Looked in the bank, no racks no more
Damn, hold on
Turn a three stretch to a two bankroll
Big bank face, finna count bankrolls
Yea I'm gettin' money and I ain't no hoe
Hold on, damn
Might slide through the town, pop a perc, get throwed
Nigga get geeked, slide through to the show
Four seats red but I still see gold
Hold on, damn

Ay, 'cause I might got too many hoes goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many flows goddamn (Ooh, ooh)
I got too many flows goddamn, got too many rolls goddamn, too many hoes goddamn (Ay)