Tina Snow Interlude

How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

How ya–, how ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

Come– , come– , comin' down

How ya–, how ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

Piece and–, piece and–, piece and chain four shiny grills

How ya– , how–

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors

Everybody talking 'bout a bitch who went ghost, shit, that's how I roll

All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes outta my face

When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that race

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors

Everybody talking 'bout a bitch went ghost, shit, 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 bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

I had to learn that some people only fuck with you when it's beneficial

(How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real, come– , come– , comin' down)

(Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a motherfuckin' issue (Fucked up)

(Piece and chain four shiny grills)

(Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

You can keep tellin' people you don't fuck with me no more

'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)

(How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real, come– , come– , comin' down)

(Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors)

And I'm still doin' hot girl shit (Aye)

Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah)

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)

Fake, fake, fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)

Fake, fake, fake ass bitches, 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 motherfucker to even represent this way of life

You understand?

See, this a culture where

The trap star and the rap star 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 motherfucker cover with the rain

Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clear on that paint

Bitch thicker than Megan, get it?

See, that's how you talk slayer

Have you ever seen a bitch so bad a **** spend his last on that shit?

Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, ****

Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benz's, 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, ****?