Horseshoe Gang - b**hes Off That lyrics

[Hook: Kenny Siegel] You think you gon' get you some b**hes off that, don't you? Don't you? Huh, don't you? You think you gon' get you some b**hes off that, don't you? Don't you? They don't want you She want a motherf**er like me though She want a motherf**er just like me though I pull a dime sitting in a Geo I tell you motherf**ers just how it G-O [Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] I give a f** about what you got and where you get it from I'll get a dime without spending one You buy sh** trying to portray your image But it's harder to replace the rumors We probably can take your women Cause that won't get you no hoes, my n***a That won't get you no hoes, my G Y'all tell lies in order to get ahead But that won't get you no dome, my G She want a real, want a real, want a real one On the real, on the real, on the real, homie You don't appeal, don't appeal, don't appeal none I'm only real, only real, only real, broadie [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] I can play the back of steel staying way out I knock out the p**y, no standing a count If y'all n***as is trickin' then y'all n***as is trippin' You lame, ain't no ifs and or buts in a glove Man, these b**hes be on me like a motherf**ing wristband Is Julius the flyest? Spell Heisman, he is man You hate on other n***as' game, yo, you's a square Y'all be co*k-blocking like long pubic hairs You see a b**h you gon' sweat her like a Cardigan Giving her your credit cards, never gonna see that card again Your chain won't pull b**hes, a**hole n***a You bought a necklace, not a la**o, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3 : Demetrius Capone] Thinking you gon' get some bad b**hes Just because you liked all her Instagram pictures n***a, I don't give a damn if she a b**h, that's vicious Like a pimp with kids I'm not a simpin' a** n***a I'm the type of n***a that'll throw this D I don't go with b**hes, b**hes go in me See, n***a, I'm single, but my girlfriend ain't You're the type of n***a to text "OMG" You're the type of n***a that be getting his simp on Paying her rent while you live in the friend zone Waiting 90 days just to hit, I'da been gone You're showing all the signs of a simp symptoms [Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Y'all be telling stories like y'all piping bad chicks Like a wedding veil, I see right through that sh** What you call stunting is what I call fronting You pay the cost to be the boss, for me it cost nothing You be spending money that you haven't earned yet, yeah Trying to make it rain with your tax return check, yeah It's like your time is money, but your swag is worthless I'mma teach y'all a lesson that you haven't learned yet Yeah, real n***as ain't gotta lie to kick it I got a lot of b**hes, I ain't gotta lie to b**hes You say "Vermouth or Bacardi?", get b**hes off that By the time you get it the b**hes off that [Hook]