Rip Hoe

Hey
(And I want them to drink hard)
(Quality)
When Rip Hoe is here, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes
On bad days

Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (na-nai)
I paid my part of the deal
I want to die on a Cayenne
I'm out of canelos
Moët Chandon on cement (skrr, skrr)

Your Hoe doesn't laugh
But with me she is smiling
I don't want temptations or we'll end up badly
I'm counting stars
But I want patience
I never do switch-sides

In the ravine, but never slide
I need blue bling
And a good therapist
Because she doesn't love me
But it's not like the other ones
When Rip Hoe is here, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard

Until the storm passes
On bad days
Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (Na-nai)
Dead inside, I will pray for all my
Shoutout to my mom
Shoutout to those who earn cash
They copy Rick Ross And they want Dolce and Gabbana
AK-47 looking for booties on the bar
Look at your socks, bitch they don't know about blocks

They want me to lend them stops
They dream of being one of your bloods
Fulfilling whore dreams since 2001 on line
And now everyone sucks, they want to be part of the family
Trap boy, star boy, Bix, my hoe
Koa is basically wasting flow stack
What you know
All my kids cooking the blunt
They take expensive weed, And they're fidgeting
When Rip Hoe is here, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes
On bad days
Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (na-nai)

They talk and now they talk
As if I didn't know
I've eaten the panorama
When I join the beasts
Neither second nor third
We want to see the first one
When we do a concert
No one expects the sell-out
Always rich (na-na)
We are fine (na-na)
I feel big (na-na)
We are six (na-na)

The whole world tells us
He wouldn't trade us for anything
That we are six, but one arrives
If you touch one of mine you're a dead man
I move around the club doing fitness
Without doing sports

The first in this series, Henry Ford
Tomorrow I want you flexin', flexin', flexin'
Celebrate that I'm gone
When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party
I want them to drink very hard
Until the storm passes
And bad days

Middle finger out the window (fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (na-nai)
When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party (quality)
(Blessed until the last day to be able to fly again)
This is the 31 (31, 31, FAM)