Tina Snow Interlude

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

Come, come, coming down

How ya like me now? 'Cause I'm real

Piece and, piece and

Piece and chain four shiny grills

How ya? How-?

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 outta my face

When I put that red key in my car

These hoes ain't winning that racе

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoеs

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 letting them use you no more, it become a motherfucking issue (fucked up)

You can keep telling 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 doing 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, checking 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 clear 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 nothing, 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?