"No Manners" lyrics
(feat. PeeWee Longway)
[K Camp:]
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
I got these hoes, I ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Steady creepin' 'round in another nigga VIP
Tryna' fuck for a bag, that's it, I said these hoes
Be the same ones on Instagram think they runnin' things
When in person, bitch, she don't look the same
Playin' niggas for the check, burnin' like a cigarette
Stay on the scene but the mouth so mean, she go bust like roulette
Really can't trust these hoes anyway
Take her to the bed, I'ma hit her with the Hardaway
Feed her with pennies like my last name Hardaway
Heard you cuffin' that, boy, you really took the heart away
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
[Peewee Longway:]
These hoes don't meet my standard, blue Benjamin sack like Santa
All blue on my head, bandana, little bitch, I ain't got no manners
Louboutin handkerchief to wipe up my bezel
Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu-yellow
'Stendo my clip, nigga shootin' at whoever
Goldie mouth pimpin' 'cause hoes I got several
Fuck your bitch under a Versace umbrella
Double R ghost, inside Versace
Bitch eat a dick for a plate of hibachi
Hangin' with the lows, yeah, we rollin' and rockin'
On another note, look bitch, I'm poppin'
Bitch, I got bands in a Santa's stockin'
Machine gun called chopper
Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor
Smoke good gas like a rasta
Slangin' OG gas, no imposter
Toss out his bitch [?]
Bitch don't got no manners, we eat steak and lobsters
Giuseppe steppin' leavin' Neiman Marcus
Hundred bands on me in all my pockets
Pocket monster so don't pocket watch
Lost my mind on a molly rocket
[K Camp:]
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
I got these hoes, I ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Steady creepin' 'round in another nigga VIP
Tryna' fuck for a bag, that's it, I said these hoes
Be the same ones on Instagram think they runnin' things
When in person, bitch, she don't look the same
Playin' niggas for the check, burnin' like a cigarette
Stay on the scene but the mouth so mean, she go bust like roulette
Really can't trust these hoes anyway
Take her to the bed, I'ma hit her with the Hardaway
Feed her with pennies like my last name Hardaway
Heard you cuffin' that, boy, you really took the heart away
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
[Peewee Longway:]
These hoes don't meet my standard, blue Benjamin sack like Santa
All blue on my head, bandana, little bitch, I ain't got no manners
Louboutin handkerchief to wipe up my bezel
Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu-yellow
'Stendo my clip, nigga shootin' at whoever
Goldie mouth pimpin' 'cause hoes I got several
Fuck your bitch under a Versace umbrella
Double R ghost, inside Versace
Bitch eat a dick for a plate of hibachi
Hangin' with the lows, yeah, we rollin' and rockin'
On another note, look bitch, I'm poppin'
Bitch, I got bands in a Santa's stockin'
Machine gun called chopper
Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor
Smoke good gas like a rasta
Slangin' OG gas, no imposter
Toss out his bitch [?]
Bitch don't got no manners, we eat steak and lobsters
Giuseppe steppin' leavin' Neiman Marcus
Hundred bands on me in all my pockets
Pocket monster so don't pocket watch
Lost my mind on a molly rocket
[K Camp:]
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
That bag on me like Santa, that bag on me like Santa
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes don't meet my standards, these hoes don't meet my standards
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
These hoes ain't got no manners, these hoes ain't got no manners
