[Intro]
Ay you just my old hoe, ay you just my old bitch, ay you just some new n***as new experience (x3)

[Verse]

In my hood sittin' on the hood lookin' up at the clouds
Wearin' a hood with my bitch like "What's good?" with no doubt
Wonderin' if I put my cock in Asian will she scream "Caucasian"
Rented a Jeep for the weekend cause her grandad own a cabin in the Appalachians
You roll that gas and sour d feel like you ain't held a nuke
You never won nothin' in the life boy you braggin' about a fluke
Nosy n***as ask my bitch about me instead of me stoppin'
Bitch n***as need they own talk show, talking all of that gossip
I got, 99 problems, and fuck n***a you and your comrades loose lips gon' cause your ass to lose one
Hot boy, shit, put hot shit on everythin' for taste of Pete's sake
To think I did all this shit, over a relationship break
I call her Mrs. Nothing, knowin' there's always somethin'
Turn nothin' into something with London she just make assumptions
From talkin' everyday, to phone calls once a week, from havin' somethin' to say and now we barely even speak
New hoe hit my line she a gardener plant her own marijuana, rose petals all over me in the backyard, I think I'm Kurama
Bell hands rubbed in Charlotte's web [?] to them pigs
Still disturbin' the peace tellin' these kids it's only me
Swazer told me I ever need anything then I got you
When I'm on dates I hate n***as who stick or tryna watch you
They askin' who the most innovative n***a is and it's not you
Y'all spit flame but my beats show up like Amaterasu
[Outro]
Ay you just my old hoe, ay you just my old bitch, ay you really just some new n***as new experience (x3)