(feat. Billy Cook, W.G.)



[Hook: Billy Cook]

I ain't cuffing no hoes, I'm married to the streets

Ain't no time to get mad, plus your bitch chose me

She recognize the game, plus the G in me

See playas get chose, so your bitch chose me



[Billy Cook]

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Stop, cuffing these hoes [x2]



[Jay'Ton]

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Never catch Jay'Ton, cuffing up in these streets

Only niggaz in my slab, riding in the front seat

Can't have the smell of perfume, on my Tall-Tee

I'm a gangsta, I ain't tripping if you let my nigga hit

I'ma call another bitch, and try and see what I can get

Fuck a dime, I refuse to trick and cuff sluts

Hop fly, introducing they feet to these cuts

So swift, and plus I like to ride one deep

Unless I'm with my niggaz flipping, 22's on a Fleet

That's how it is, and that's the way it gotta remain

I'm a nationwide pimp, ain't a damn thang changed



[Hook]



[Boss]

I can't be cuffing these hoes, I know how to fuck em

Then it's off to the load, smoke a cigarette then I'm off to the road

At the shack, with the next bitch

Trying to get this hoe, to buy me this brand new necklace

Running through these hoes reckless, never protectless

I can't put shackles on a bitch, out here in Texas

Niggaz get these dime piece hoes, and lock 'em down

I take one look at these dog ass hoes, and knock 'em down

And keep going, cause I know a hoe gon keep hoe'ing

I'm a gangsta, I can't gal that bitch y'all niggaz knowing

I use to a nigga like you, fucking up my day

I'ma let that bitch suck me up, in my rag Chevrolet



[W.G.]

Nigga please, playas get chosed off top

These niggaz be loving bops, I just stop and watch

I ain't tripping, cause the game I be spitting

Be leaving these hoes sick, like they was bedridden

Stop hating, and learn how to share these hoes

These niggaz be taking classes, on cuffing these hoes

I'm a G, and that's all I got to say

When they see that candy red, they gon mind anyway

Ain't no stopping and blocking, and mind game

Representing for, the Slow Loud and the Bang

Me, Boss, Jay be pimping these dames

Knock 'em down fast, and pass in they lane



[Hook]



[Trae]

I'm a certified pimp, by the way I spit

When I spit I spit it how my flow, my mouthpiece so sick

Got game by the mile, and plus I like to block when I smile

So boppers tend to ride my dick, like I been gone for a while

Cuffing ain't in my vocabulary, I strut like a Don

Run up on me bumping bout a bitch, you might get met with my palm

The only thing I learned to love, around this bitch is my money

When it come to hoes I run up in em, and I leave 'em for dummies

Same rules apply to boppers, as these roach ass niggaz

Take your roach ass and get the fuck on, you ain't touching my figgas

I mean it and I put that on a G, who's stomping in Gators

Don't try to cuff, and it ain't hard to see that I's a playa



[Hook]



[Billy Cook]

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Don't get mad, cause your bitch chose me

Stop, cuffing these hoes [x2]



[Billy Cook]

Stop cuffing these hoes, yeeeah

Stop cuffing these hoes, hoe-ha-hoe-ha-hoe

Stop cuffing these hoes

Hoe don't get mad at me, a G