Cy - Bad Hoes Interlude Lyrics

Purple brand denim I rip off the tag
Groupie hoes with me I feel like a magnet
They love expensive niggas, the one with me, they having
The women I be with, they comin' off as classy
I like her rude and mixin' both, that shit is classic

I feel like Urke, I go for 30, I need a basket
Tryna live lavish, Uruguay, I'm on the beach
They can't compete, I'm doin' shit they tryna reach
Like taking feats , I take a profit for a banger

Wake up in different hoes and shit, I ain't even famous
Spend your rent in stores, I'm sorry, I'm feelin' anus
F*ck it, I want him dead, that's only if I'm feelin' dangerous
Got get out my head, that shit be too much pride

I be sittin back just pourin' lines, gettin' high with dimes
Know I'll be up off a rap, just give it time
Until then, I'm crackin' pieces, boxin' pounds
Drug headed, I don't even know my drugs at

Bag boy, yes, I'm bout a bag boy
I'm on his head, he play with my bag, I'm on his ass
Sad boy, please don't go out, sad boy
Bad hoes, yeah, I love my bad bitches

Savages I hang round sum savages
I'll be up for a while, just know I'm havin' it
Deep up in that pussy, say I'm jabbing it