Trae Tha Truth - Yeah Hoe lyrics

[Hook: Problem] Aye ho, errday a n***a wake up I get dough When I get that, next day get more Go and ask if a n***a on, if ye ain't sure Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Look I hustle, I'm talkin' like the gang of T.I. I rep for On that gangsta sh**, like I was Pac when he was d**hrow King off in these streets, I got it locked cause I won't let go When they come to Houston, it's understood it's the West ho All I knew is get money, flippin' stash and I flip the safe Takin' just a cue bender to find me a plug and put in place They told me it wouldn't say, P90, same color race If that b**h next to my waist, I cosmetic construct your face Have you looking like a coupe with the top blown Super Bowl like Janet with the top gone Try to go against the Truth, get your shot blown f** n***a just fly and get yo block gone Been hot, like the kitchen with the pots on Two door Maybach with the knock on So many stoves over the watch, you think the clock gone I been the sh**, haters tryna get their block on [Hook: Problem] Aye ho, errday a n***a wake up I get dough When I get that, next day get more Go and ask if a n***a on, if ye ain't sure Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho [Verse 2: Problem] Offed 1800, skeet it all Compton up chockin' out off the weed I blow Straight lit like a match top High servin' all day like a trap spot Six shots, yeah, the gas hot Yeah, yo badge hot Young Mac, got 'er opened like a laptop No deal, but I like that apple 2pac with the juice, OG no snap 'em b**h, you won that raffle, you done got with a winner Compton n***a that love p**y fo' dinner Zig-zag, 2 grams, yeah, cookies is in 'em Ben Rocks in the denim, got racks in the denim Yeah, I'm rackin' on hangers, rovin' in Rangers Bustin' em danger, plus I stay with 'em bangers Diamond in lane, you know the gang, fool Haters hotter than ice, still I remain cool [Hook: Problem] Aye ho, errday a n***a wake up I get dough When I get that, next day get more Go and ask if a n***a on, if ye ain't sure Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho [Verse 3: Lil Boss] Boss, all gas and the fast life Saggin' in my trues, pay my dudes, I'mma spazz out Smokin' on some sh** outta , I just copped it Bust a cigarello then lick it, seal it and lock it I'm all across the table like a corner pocket I was raised on the corner with a holster rocket You talkin' bout shows, I'm supposed to rock it Muthaf** go to court and their f** a** docket Catch me runnin' through a red light, roof all open Right candy slab but the coupe all pokin' Arm on my hammer, I can't even much light it yeah n***a 'll pull up and serve yo a** yo tilapia n***a, where the weed at? I'm headed to the drank house Patch it with a couple of homies and have a drank out Diggin' in my pocket for my dice, pullin' my bank out Since hoes eat dick, I'm mobbin' with my Frank out [Hook: Problem] Aye ho, errday a n***a wake up, I get dough When I get that, next day get more Go and ask if a n***a on, if ye ain't sure Everyday I be like yea ho, yeah ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho They gon' be like yea ho, yea ho