Текст песни Hoe Games - Kid Ink

Hoe Games

I’ve been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don’t catch me at the wrong, wrong time, said
I’ve been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don’t catch me at the wrong, wrong time, cuh
'Cause I might just go crazy, ho (Ho)
Early bird, no lazy flow (What?)
Ask me what my rate is for
I need the max like HBO
My bread is different, paleo (Yeah)
Problems, money probably made me more (Yeah)
I just bought a table, why you standin' at the bar like Moe?
My girl been down since way before
Back when we used to borrow clothes
I had to get my brothers out the gutter just like Mario
Brick, gon' pack that, buddy (Buddy)
Call me the backend bully
Only need head like hoodies (Woo)
They don’t understand me fully
Uh, all money in like Pac-Man
Lil' bitch, four rings come with the backhand
Lil' bitch, four rings on like King James (Woo)
Pop champagne with my teammates (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna stop me, but it’s way too late (Late)
Take your shot, better use your aim (Aim)
I be in this bitch 'til at least two AM
Telling her to strip like Cane’s
Uh, I do this shit in my sleep
Sleep in the front like I’m Meech (Yeah)
Me, I don’t talk to police (No)
Least I could do for the streets
These rappers is all undercovers to me (What?)
Finished a QP in less than a week
Mind, soul, and body at peace
You know my body, I put 'em in body bags, so I creep (Creep)
Not like TLC
Bitch, it’s a sneak attack
I ain’t the one that go tit for tat
Know I stand out like a titty tat
Looking for mercy, this isn’t that
No, they ain’t think I would get 'em back
Hop out the 'Vette or the Cadillac
I just adapt to the habitat, woah
I’ve been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don’t catch me at the wrong, wrong time, said
I’ve been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don’t catch me at the wrong, wrong time, cuh
In all black, my war clothes
Might pull up to award shows
Hop on stage like Lil Mama on ten toes, throwing all 'bows
With my eyes closed, they all foes
They hearts cold, but my heart’s chrome
Been calling shots from my burner phone (Hello, you know what do with these
niggas, man)
Pop my shit
Know a nigga hot, Mike Chris (Yeah)
Tell 'em get off my dick (Go)
Offer still stands if you want me off your clique
Nigga, flip that switch (Click)
Lil' miss think she slick (What?)
Lil' nigga think I slipped (Ayy)
Had a lil' kink, got fixed
Now everything hit, don’t miss
Said, no, you sick, bitch
I’ve been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don’t catch me at the wrong, wrong time, said
I’ve been doin' this shit for a long, long time
Better hope that you don’t catch me at the wrong, wrong time, cuh
Yeah