Hoe

[Intro]
Yeah
Thought you was my dawg, huh? (haha)
Whole time
You a opp in a skirt
[Chorus]
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Smilin' to my face, you a hoe
Talkin' ‘bout “we locked,” you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe (yeah)
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Tryna get me clipped, you a hoe
Sayin' that you real, you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a—
[Verse 1]
You was yellin' “that’s my brother”
While you textin' on the low with my other
Laughin' in my group chat, all undercover
Then you run and tell a lie to my lover, that’s crazy
You be cheersin' to my face with the fake toast
Then you DM every opp that I hate most
You the type to get a selfie at my main show
Then go whisper to the crowd that my chain old
Snake in a sundress, petty in a French tip
Heart like a ashtray, mouth like a death wish
You be playin' victim, every time you get checked
But your screenshot fingers got my name in your text, lil'—
[Chorus]
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Smilin' to my face, you a hoe
Talkin' ‘bout “we locked,” you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe (hey!)
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Tryna get me clipped, you a hoe
Sayin' that you real, you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a—
[Verse 2]
You be out here yellin' “queen” every caption
But you love seein' every girl crashin'
You be tryna learn my drop, know my addy
Just to double back, send it to a baddy for a favor
You be throwin' little hints on your story
Like “somebody man tried to adore me”
Whole time, you the one slid first
Thirst in your purse, got my name in your search, that’s sick
You don't wanna see a win, you just wanna see a mess
You don't care about a soul, just a blue check
You a fake bestie, fake shoulders, fake cry
Fake “I got you,” then you help it all die, you a—
[Chorus]
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Smilin' to my face, you a hoe
Talkin' ‘bout “we locked,” you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe (yeah)
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Tryna get me clipped, you a hoe
Sayin' that you real, you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe
[Bridge]
She gon' ride in the car, count the funds up (funds up)
Then go run to my opp, get him pumped up (pumped up)
She gon' cry on the ‘Gram, play the humble (humble)
But she pray on the low that I fumble (that’s foul)
You ain't gang
You a stain in some lashes
You ain't fam
You just dressed for the cameras
Keep that wave, keep that hug, keep that fake love
I see through you like a empty cup, look—
[Chorus]
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Smilin' to my face, you a hoe
Talkin' ‘bout “we locked,” you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe (woah)
Hoe
Actin' like my friend, you a hoe
Tryna get me clipped, you a hoe
Sayin' that you real, you a hoe
You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe
[Outro]
Yeah
Front row screamin', still a hoe
Same ones smilin', be the foes
Circles small, money grow
Everything exposed, you a hoe (yeah)

rap, Early-2000s Southern trap bounce with sharp hi-hats, trunk-rattling bass, and eerie synth stabs. Male vocals: laid-back, slightly mocking delivery in verses, then louder and chant-like on the hook with stacked gang vocals. Ad-libs tucked around the beat, room for short ad-libbed outro. Mix keeps drums up-front and vocals dry and cocky.