Hoes and oz
How you ain't know
Hoes and oz

Hoes and oz
Bitch how don't you know
It's in the air this l-o-u-d
I don't like sober
I'm off the lean I'm falling over
I fucked his bitch, she like to smoke
You dumb bitch, you gotta go
He spilled his act 'pon my shoes
These ain't no Jordans, bitch these balenciaga

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
No more hoes and oz
No more hoes and oz
No more hoes and oz
No more hoes and oz

Smoking out this pound nigga I don't smoke skinnies
Ride pass me, niggas mad
cause my truck cost a Lamboghini
I got all this money on me all them hoes get to see me
Getting top by a woman named Lady Gaga
But she got an ass like Nicki
At the party won't you come see me
She like do I gotta bring my weed with me

I'm like hell nah bitch you know I be Chiefing Keef
She like haha you mean to me
Bitch I'm Chief Sosa Houdini
Smoking on this green d
This bitch thought she was independent
Tryna bring her own weed but it smell like

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
No more hoes and oz
No more hoes and oz
No more hoes and oz
No more hoes and oz