Lyrics Old Hoes - HitEmUp

Niggas be like, Ty, why you like cappin' so much?
Why you don't be talkin' bout shit that you really did?
And I be like, man, that shit get you jail time for real
But in real life, you know me
I'm the type to pay a bitch not to keep my kids
Why y'all cappin' like y'all killers?
On y'all story, nigga stop it
Postin' all them damn guns that y'all ain't shootin'
Y'all ain't poppin'
Cappin' like they spinnin' blocks, man, them niggas better stop it
Said they'll pull up and they'll make it rain
I guess I'm Mary Poppins
All my old hoes mad at me because I'm up, they ain't on shit
Bitch keep talkin' down on me, man, fuck that ho, she can suck my dick
Feel like Olly in this bitch because I'm t'd and really rich
And the Glock was actin' bad, I had to hit it with a switch
I need a bad bitch, not some shit that you see every day
Shе can't be average
Gotta bе somethin' like Shay, she gotta be bad, she gotta live lavish
I'm the type to shoot my shot when I shoot, I'm like magic
I want it, I'm gon' bag it

I like my bitches red, them light-skinned hoes
That's honestly all I be fuckin'
I got a dark-skinned queen, be hittin' my line
But I don't really want her, I'm ducking
Ion even like her like that
Only time I like shawty is when she suckin'
And she swallow kids too
Got to the point where I don't even tell her when I'm bustin'
She ain't in my city
But shawty a vibe in Houston, and I'm tryna make her sing like Whitney
Man, damn, Shawty pretty, and damn buddy talkin' that shit
Man this chopper gone spear him like Britney
Pop up in his city, them bullets gon' bop him like Diddy
I bet we leave him lookin' shitty, we not showin' pity
No doctor Miami in here, but the Glock, I got man it got titties

Heard she sellin' weed, man, tell that bitch I got the bucks for it
Her head trash, but the pussy good, so it make up for it
I'ma keep it player, I might slay her, but can't cuff the bitch
You the type to take her on a date, then I fuck the bitch
Why y'all cappin' on y'all story like y'all killers?
Nigga stop it
Postin' all them damn guns that y'all not shootin'
Y'all ain't poppin'
Cappin' like they spinnin' blocks, man, them niggas better stop it
Said they'll pull up and they'll make it rain
I guess I'm Mary Poppins