Tina Snow Interlude

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Chorus
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
Fakes 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

I had to lеarn that, some people only **** with you whеn it's beneficial
And when you ain't let 'em use no more, you 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, ha, ha)
And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (Ayy)
Young Tina Snow still hard on a ho (Still hard on a ho, ha)

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)
H-Town legend Lil' Keke the Don, checkin' in
See, first off top, I'ma say this, mayne
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, mayne
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, mayne
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 （？）in the car
It's leather all the way through
Preferated from the guts to the door pannels, to the booth
We don't ride rain coat, if I got the top up on it, that mother****er cover with the rain
Double stitched Daytona carpet
[?] to clean all 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 stomach, fat ass, welcome to the culture, nigga
[?], bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzes
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 to say,
How you like me now, nigga?