Thas Wat Hoes Do

Bi***
Marathon s***
Young rich ni*** s***
Ten rack a show s***
Ten racks, you know, that's what I mean
Huhh, Check me out look

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look
She know my ex bi***. She think she got next
She f***ed a gang of ni***s. Throw that pu*** off deck
She ain't no real bi***. That's why she talk s***
She been a ho since middle school, why she ain't got s***
She ain't the homegirl. she always getting punked
She ain't a stripper. She just sit the club and get drunk
That bi*** a pill head. She looking sick, huh?
I heard she got a STD. Don't get your d*** sucked
That ain't her boyfriend, she getting pimped, huh?
Cause she never keep her man. She always getting dumped
She got her heart broke when she was real young
That hoochie special ed, bro, I'm talking real dumb
Don't gotta holler at her. She gon' approach you
She got her county check. Now she think she's so cute
Them ain't her red bottoms. She borrow clothes too
But I ain't mad at you bi***es. Thas what hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
[Verse 2: YG]
She f*** on me then f***ed the crew. Thas wat these hoes do
Young ni***, you could swear I'm from the old school
Them last week bi***es. Man that bi*** is old news
She let me hit. Now the only things she got was soul food
This ain't halloween girl it ain't no tricking me
We eat for free, cuz I took your bi*** EBT
Gave her the D, and then she ran and told her homegirls
The next week she found out I f***ed her homegirls
She say get me, so I gave that bi*** my cock to suck
The d*** was good, so now she at my house poppin up
I got a bi*** named Shelly, that bi*** is hella messy
And she f***ed like it's a sport, she shoulda won an ESPY
Ho bi***es always got more than one ni*** to f***
Ho bi***es can't wait till the first of the month
That's so true, yup bro thas wat these hoes do
She let me hit, and the only thing she got was soul food

[Hook]
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
[Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Shout out to Pusha Ink, I'm yellin TMC
One time for Blue Division, Top Dawg, and AOB
We had a differences but they got handle in the street
So I'm gon keep it hood, and shout the homies from the Uneek
That's Willie Lynch s***, they wanna start up beef
But it's enough money in this s*** for us all to eat
We got them clubs going, we got them streets goin
We got that WorldStarHipHop, and MTV goin
And yeah we lost it for a sec, but now we repoint
I took a trip out to Manhattan, now the East know it
When I'm in ATL, I'm hollerin' duck tape
Ricardo, Alley Boy & Black, dem ni***s nothin, fake
I think I'm DJ Khaled, Ri-Ri-Ri-Ricky Ross
That We The Best and MMG s***, screaming bi*** I'mma boss
I started on the block, out the trunk of my old school
Still I ain't mad at my haters, that's what hoes do

[Hook]
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
[Verse 4: Rimpau]
These hoes know me, but I don't know dem
They unpredictable, just give em d*** and I'm through
Yeah she low key, but she get it in
That's what these hoes do, she benefit, she old news
She don't got a job really, but she love to f***
Go back and suck bi***es, she will never get enough
She be runnin game, cause she look good
She a trick a ni***, set it up to lick a ni***
She be going up she don't give a f***
She up for bang bang, and she getting drunk
She f*** the whole squad, she wasting no time
Blame it on your high baby, you ain't even gotta lie
She f***ed the AMB, she f***ed the Pushaz Ink
No sleep, wash her coochie in the kitchen sink
That's what she good at, hood rat, burnt cap
Wore out pu***, I don't want that
Hold that
[Hook]
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
Thas wat these hoes do
But we not mad at you bi***es. Thas wat hoes do
[Verse 5: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Me and my ni*** Slim, was on the play right
He laced my chucks, and told me "Hussle, get your game tight"
Back when I thought and s***, they was gettin cake like
We sent them bi***es early morning til the late night
Sepulveda, Figueroa and Sunset
She'll give you money, if you tell her you don't want sex
That f*** her mind up, tell her she just a fine duck
Get out a pocket wit a piece, she gon get lined up
I had this hoochie from the J, she was a go-getta
She brought her friend, her friend went to, thas how you know ni***
Bi*** I'm from Tiny Locs, I ain't no ho ni***
You broke and only f*** wit ballers, youz a gold digga
This for the girls, rollin stress up, tryna smoke wit you
Lookin busted in the club, steady drinkin yo liquor
Bi***, put the bottle down, thas for the bros boo
But I ain't mad at you baby
Thas wat hoes do