Cdot Honcho – Also lyrics

[Chorus]
(Uh huh) Riding 'round town with a boatload
Crib on the top floor also and I'm with a new ho also
Ain't looking for new friends, I'm tryna run me up a new bag
I do it myself and my two hands, I wasn’t employed, freelanced
I'm knowing she looking for romance, keeping my distance, yeah, this a new whip also
Ain't taking no lip also, Draco one hundred clip also
Ain't tripping on past hoes, dripping that rose on white gold
SIs, we ain't rocking those and them slow whips, we ain't riding them bitches

[Verse 1]
Hoes choosing, niggas hiding they bitches, my green room, they finding bitches
My show in a minute but I got a few minutes here with you, what you tryna do?
Security escort you, ain't tryna be rude, ayy
High as the price of a gallon of fuel, I had that Bimmer in back of my school
Wet up my neck like I fell in pool, I got more bread than a section in Jewels-Osco
She don’t get shit although that ass fat also
I'm nailing bitches, y’all know, y’all probably family also
Six piece straight from Uncle Remus, I just got back to the 'Go
Loft downtown decked, I just need a Picasso
TEC filled, I just checked, get to clapping, no bravo
With some pretty ghetto bitches, we just made a new porno
They in Fashion Nova shit, I'm in Ferragamo though

[Chorus]
(Uh huh) Riding 'round town with a boatload
Crib on the top floor also and I'm with a new ho also
Ain't looking for new friends, I'm tryna run me up a new bag
I do it myself and my two hands, I wasn’t employed, freelanced
I'm knowing she looking for romance, keeping my distance, yeah, this a new whip also
Ain't taking no lip also, Draco one hundred clip also
Ain't tripping on past hoes, dripping that rose on white gold
SIs, we ain't rocking those and them slow whips, we ain't riding them bitches

[Verse 2]
Uh uh, for real I ain't, what I pull out, a bitch'll faint
Send a ho off, that shit could wait, neck getting sore, my charm a weight
Your life in my hands, it's a call away, early dismiss you, half a day
XD pistol, half your face, won't hit your bitch, I don’t like your taste
Ayy, facts, facts, sticking to cash, super glue
Balancing that like a hula hoop, dripping, I tipped over my canoe
Don’t tie her down, I'ma let her loose, crazy, put me in a institute
About money, marijuana, and women too, ain't one of them, it ain't getting through (Honcho, Honcho, Honcho)

[Chorus]
(Uh huh) Riding 'round town with a boatload
Crib on the top floor also and I'm with a new ho also
Ain't looking for new friends, I'm tryna run me up a new bag
I do it myself and my two hands, I wasn’t employed, freelanced
I'm knowing she looking for romance, keeping my distance, yeah, this a new whip also
Ain't taking no lip also, Draco one hundred clip also
Ain't tripping on past hoes, dripping that rose on white gold
SIs, we ain't rocking those and them slow whips, we ain't riding them bitches