Shoreline Mafia - Hoe Shit (Lyrics)

"Hoe Shit" lyrics by Shoreline Mafia is Latest English Songs 2020 is sung by Shoreline Mafia

Song: Hoe Shit

Artist: Shoreline Mafia

Hoe Shit Song Lyrics:- 

Damn, damn, damn

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Pull some of that bass out Bruce

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]

Prolly should of went to school, I went the hard way (The hard way)

I remember fuckin' bitches in the hallways (In the hallways)

"Prolly never gonna make it", what they all say (What they all say)

Now I walk in Neiman Marcus and I ball, baby (And I ball, baby)

I can't even trust the homies 'cause we all shady ('Cause we all shady)

Steady givin' n*ggas passes, boy, you Tom Brady (Tom Brady)

I done made a half a ticket and it's gone, baby (And it's gone, baby)

But a n*gga still ballin', shit beyond crazy (Shit beyond crazy)

Who gon' be there in the end when it's gone? (When it's gone)

If you my homie, why you never call my phone? (Call my phone)

If we can't do it I'ma get it on my own (On my own)

I could drop like thirty thousand, get you gone (Get you gone)

I'm sick of rappin' so I'm talkin' on my songs (I'm talkin')

In real life you just poppin' on yo' phone (You ain't)

Internet n*ggas, Instagram thugs

You was on yo' couch, I blew twenty in the club, for real (Big bands, n*gga)

I could turn a good girl to a sex worker (To a sex worker)

If a n*gga try to rob me, I'll attempt murder (I'll attempt murder)

I just play the cards I was dealt, n*gga (I was dealt, n*gga)

Tryna play me? Go play yourself, n*gga (Play yourself, n*gga)

Say I'm livin' too fast but I disagree

You don't see this two liter with a six of lean? (Pink poppin')

Watch yo' back, n*ggas change like the seasons (Like the seasons)

I'ma up this forty Glock, give me a reason (I'ma up it)

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]

These n*ggas dick ridin', on some ho shit (On some ho shit)

I've been gettin' to this money, on my grown shit (On my grown shit)

I done made myself a bag, I don't know shit (I don't know shit)

And why these n*ggas think they on? They ain't on shit (They ain't on shit)

We rock designer, boy, I been did that (I been did)

Pulled out twenty thousand, made it all right back

I got this thirty in my pants, that's why I walk like that

I got these VV's in my mouth, that's why I talk like that

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]

I'm on the one-ten doing one-ten (Skrrt)

I'm at the Ritz with yo' bitch and her ho friends (Her ho friends)

I just popped a Percocet, she ain't got no chance (She ain't got no chance)

I give her real n*gga dick, not no romance (No romance)

I let some money hit the floor, watch 'em pick it up (Watch 'em pick it up)

I pull this pistol out my denim, make you give it up (Make you give it up)

I'm goin' crazy, pray that I won't murder a n*gga

All these n*ggas is my sons, I get to birthing you n*ggas, ha (I get to birthing you n*ggas)

I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me

Let's get into it, one of us gon' have to be deceased (Pew, pew, pew)

Have your family Instagram with them RIP's

Finna put this n*gga face on a all-white tee

I can't help it, dollar signs, boy, that's all I see

They rather see me on my back but I'm on my feet (Ayy, ayy)

But I'm on my feet, they rather see me on my back but I'm on my feet

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]

N*ggas dick ridin', on some ho shit (On some ho shit)

I've been gettin' to this money, on my grown shit (On my grown shit)

I done made myself a bag, I don't know shit (I don't know shit)

And why these n*ggas think they on? They ain't on shit (They ain't on shit)

We rock designer, boy, I been did that (I been did)

Pulled out twenty thousand, made it all right back

I got this thirty in my pants, that's why I walk like that

I got these VV's in my mouth, that's why I talk like that, n*gga