Thas Wat Hoes Do (feat. YG & Rimpau)

Bitch

Marathon shit

Young rich **** shit

Ten rack a show shit

Ten racks, you know, that's what I mean

Uh, uh, check me out, look

Look, she know my ex bitch, she think she got next

She fucked a gang of ****, throw that pussy off deck

She ain't no real bitch, that's why she talk shit

She been a ho since middle school, why she ain't got shit

She ain't the homegirl, she always getting punked

She ain't a stripper, she just hit the club and get drunk

That bitch a pill head, she looking sick, huh?

I heard she got a STD, don't get your dick sucked

That ain't her boyfriend, she gettin pimped, huh?

'Cause she never keep a man, she always gettin' dumped

She got her heart broke, when she was real young

That hoochie special ed, bro I'm talking real, real dumb

Don't gotta holla at her, she gon' approach you

She got her county check, and now she think she's so cute

Them ain't her red bottoms, she borrow clothes too

But I ain't mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

She fuck on me then fuck the crew, thas what these hoes do

Young ****, you woulda swapped from the old school

Them last week bitches, man that bitch is old news

She let me hit, now the only thing she got was soul food

This ain't Halloween, girl, it ain't no trickin' me

We eat for free, 'cause I took your bitch EBT

Gave her the D, and then she ran and told her homegirls

The next week she found out I fucked her homegirls

She said gimme, so I gave that bitch my cock to suck

The dick was good, so now she at my house poppin' up

I got a bitch named Shelly, that bitch hella messy

And she fuck like it's a sport, she should win a ESPY

Hoe bitches always got more than one **** to fuck

Hoe bitches can't wait till the first of the month

That's so true, yup, bro, thas what these hoes do

She let me hit, and the only thing she got was soul food

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Shout out to Pusha Inc., I'm yellin' TMC

One time for Blue Division, Top Dawg, and AOB

We had our differences, but they got handled in the street

So I'm gon' keep it hood, and shout the homies from unique

That's Willie Lynch shit, they wanna start up beef

But it's enough money in this shit for us all to eat

We got them clubs goin', we got them streets goin'

We got that World Star Hip Hop, and MTV goin'

And yeah, we lost it for a sec, but now we repo'in'

I took a trip out to Manhattan, now the East know it

When I'm in ATL, I'm hollerin' duck tape

Ricardo, Alley Boy, and Black, dem **** nothin', fake

I think I'm DJ Khaled, Ri-Ri-Ri-Ricky Ross

That We The Best, MMG shit, screamin', "Bitch I'ma boss"

I started on the block, out the trunk of my old school

Still I ain't mad at my haters, thas what hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

These hoes know me, but I don't know them

They unpredictable, just give 'em dick and then I'm through

Yeah she low-key, but she get it in

Thas what these hoes do, she been a flip, she old news

She don't got a job really, but she love to fuck

And throw it back, suck, bet ya she'll never get enough

She be runnin' game, 'cause she look good

She'll trick a ****, set it up to lick a ****

She be goin' up, she don't give a fuck

She up for bang bang, and she gettin' drunk

She fuck the whole squad, she wastin' no time

Blame it on your high, baby, you ain't even gotta lie

She fucked the AOB, she fucked the Pusha Inc.

No sleep, wash her coochie in the kitchen sink

That's what she good at, hood rat, burnt cat

Wore out pussy, I don't want that (Hold that)

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

Do, do, thas what these hoes do

But we not mad at you bitches, thas what hoes do

Me and my ****, Slim, was on the play right

He laced my Chucks, and told me, "Hussle, get your game tight"

Back when I thought and shit, they was gettin cake like

We sent them bitches early mornin' till the late night

Talkin' some over to Figueroa and Sunset

She'll give you money, if you tell her you don't want sex

That fuck her mind up, tell her she just a fine duck

Get outta pocket wit' a piece, she gon' get lined up

I had this hoochie from the J, she was a go-getta

She brought her friend, her friend went too, that's how you know, ****

Bitch I'm from Tiny Lokes, I ain't no hoe ****

You broke and only fuck with ballers, you's a gold digger

This for them girls, rollin' stress up, tryna smoke wit' you

Lookin busted in the club, steady drinkin' your liquor

Bitch, put the bottle down, that's for the bros, boo

But I ain't mad at you, baby, thas what hoes do