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 who 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 who 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 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 real life, you understand See, this a culture where the trapstar and the rapstar 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 pannels, 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 it all at the safe, how you like me now, nigga