[Intro]
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch who went ghost, shit, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that race
Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors
Everybody talking 'bout a bitch who went ghost, shit, that's how I roll
All this cake, with all of these snakes, gotta keep hoes out of my face
When I put that red key in my car, these hoes ain't winnin' that race
[Interlude: Megan Thee Stallion]
I had to lеarn that some people only **** with you whеn it's beneficial
And when you ain't lettin' them use no more, it become a mother****in' issue
You can keep tellin' people you don't **** with me no more
'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (Ayy)
Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah)
[Bridge]
Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
Fake, fake, fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes, tint my windows and lock my doors (Lock my doors)
[Outro: Lil' Keke the Don]
H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don, checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, man
It take a special mother****er to even represent this real life, you understand?
See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar got the same bag, man
See, the hustlers and the grinders, they just as famous as the athletes and the movie stars, see, that's real talk
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself
Gon' tell me exactly where you from, that's legend talk, man
It ain't about the car, it's about how the car make me feel
The way I tote it, the statement that it's gon' make in the culture
'Cause it ain't no vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through
Perforated from the guts, to the door pannels, to the booth
We don't ride raincoat
If I got the top up on it, that mother****er cover with the rain
Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clean on that paint
Bitch thicker than Megan, get it? See, that's how you talk slayer
Have you ever seen a bitch so bad a nigga spend his last on that shit?
Big titties, flat stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga
Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzs, if I'm in it, I own it
Come from nothin', paper plates to paper plates
Mixtapes, fried chicken, double cups, squares, everywhere
"Ke, what you sayin'?"
I say it all at the safe, how you like me now, nigga?