Tina Snow Interlude

[Intro]

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

[?]

I say it all at the [?]

How you like me now, nigga?