I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (Ah) I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)ĭrinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shitĮverything I eat go straight to my pocketsįuckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit I don't give a fu*k'bout a blog tryna bash me Watchin' me go through and still tryna drag meĪctin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actuallyĪre they supportin' you or really just attackin' me?

Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at meĪcting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me I remember hoes used to clap for me happily Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit) Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit 'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear it (Ah) I don't give a fu*kwho talk behind my back Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relateĪnd since these hoes all rats, when they come around meĪnd I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah (Why the fu*kyou in the club when niggas wildin’?)

When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic Post me a pic, finnaand#8197 make me a profit Hands on my knees,and#8197 shakin'and#8197 ass, on myand#8197 thot shit (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

Thot walk lyrics