Tina Snow Interlude

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes Tint my windows and lock my doors Everybody talking 'bout a bitch 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 Fake-ass bitches, fake-ass hoes Tint my windows and lock my doors Everybody talking 'bout a bitch 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 learn that Some people only fuck with you when it's beneficial And when you ain't lettin' them use no more It become a motherfuckin' issue (fucked up) You can keep tellin' people you don't fuck with me no more 'Cause I promise I don't miss you (I promise I don't, ah) And I'm still doin' Hot Girl shit (ayy) Young Tina Snow, still hard on a hoe (I'm still hard on a hoe, ah) 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, man It take a special motherfucker To even represent this way of life, you understand? See, this a culture where the trap star and the rap star got the same bag, man 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, man 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 vinyl in the car, it's leather all the way through Perforated from the guts, to the door panels, to the booth We don't ride raincoat, if I got the top up on it That motherfucker cover with the rain Double stitched Daytona carpet, ten coats of clean on 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 stomachs, fat asses, welcome to the culture, nigga Slabs, bikes, muscle cars, Bentleys, Benzs, 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 all that to say, how you like me now, nigga? --- Tina Snow Interlude - Megan Thee Stallion