KE on the Track - b**hes Ain't sh** lyrics

[Intro: Future] No, no, no, no, no... These b**hes ain't sh**... You know that and I know that.. These b**hes ain't sh** No, no, no, no I don't give a f** about you though These b**hes ain't sh**... I can't wait to cut a b**h off! [Hook: Future] These b**hes ain't sh** She'll f** your homeboy, she'll take your money She'll take off running, where the f** she going These b**hes ain't sh** You too dramatic, causing all that static You ain't even the baddest, why the f** you crying b**h These b**hes ain't sh** I'm international and you American, it ain't no comparison I f** foreign b**hes These b**hes ain't sh** No, no, no, no, no These b**hes ain't sh** [Verse 1: Future] I know your type Like I know that ice, and you foogazii The very first night Smashed out your lights, look and acting crazy Caught in the hype Come take this pipe, can't even take it I'm fly as a kite Wanna ride on this plane, b**h you lazy Wake up every single morning with that dick on your breath She ain't looking for love, she looking for help I got money, make her wet Gone and cut the check Soon as you f** her to sleep she dreaming 'bout a Rolex You super fine, I know your kind You'll blow a n***a mind, why the f** you crying I'm on my grind, committing these crimes Ain't got no time, for that sobbing, and all that lying You another n***a problem, I'm glad you ain't mine [Hook: Future] [Verse 2: Future] She already f**ed Rock She already f**ed Block She already f**ed Joc She already f**ed Zoe She a full time ho, I know, I know She your baby momma I'mma hit her in that throat, that throat And she s**ing on Drama Telling me the n***a momma this must be karma This must be life When you hitting these b**hes don't take off your ice She must be tricking She ain't picked up the phone, she gone on a mission She watching Basketball Wives Every single damn night, before she go to sleep Thinking 'bout them trips with Kanye While she s**ing on Wiz Khalifa [Hook: Future] [Verse 3: Future] Let me roll this 'gar, I'mma f** you in the car I'mma take your jaw, bout to go war, I'mma go to war What's in the dark, come to the light You can't take this far It's 4 a.m., when I'm leaving the bar, cause I'm a star And I can't cuddle We f**ing on top of these covers, I gotta keep it gutta And I'm on a double, and a half And all you keep screaming 'bout is some cash, haaaa And all I can do to myself is laugh, yeah And all I'mma do to the b**h is pa**, her fast Cause she ain't got no stamina, say she trash Excuse my manners, here go a bag [Hook: Future]