You don't know nothing bout the bands, bitch you broke

You look like the type to go and sell your soul

I don't know nothing about loving these hoes

All that I know is all these hearts I done broke

Crystal meth, that's a no-no

That's that shit for the bozos

Namaste to my old hoes

I'm doing fine by my solo

Bitch, don't show up at my house

This a trap house, not a White House

Yeah, keep on staring at me, pluck your eyes out

You can't hide from me, know your hideout

Gave you a benefit of doubt

Show me what you bout

Show me what you bout for some pound, for some clout

My head in the cloud, I feel like a owl

I ain't tapping out, round for round, pound for pound

Smoking on the loud

Do you hear me now?

You can't hear a sound

You lost in the crowd

Smoking on the loud

Do you hear me now?

You can't hear a sound

You lost in the crowd

You don't know nothing bout the bands, bitch you broke

You look like the type to go and sell your soul

I don't know nothing about loving these hoes

All that i know is all these hearts I done broke

Crystal meth, that's a no-no

That's that shit for the bozos

Namaste to my old hoes

I'm doing fine by my solo