YFG FATSO – Bougie Hoes, Pt.2 Lyrics

Bougie Hoes, Pt.2 – YFG FATSO Lyrics

(DJ Bandz)

I want bands, gettin' this shit for bands, so I'm gon' murder

You seen niggas bitchin' me, stop lyin', that shit unheard of

She want that brand new CC bag, her pussy worth it

Still tryin' to kill this bitch before I go back in, gotta take two 30's

I got rich, of course I'll show my ass, did them dirty

Pulled up, murked his ass, we crack the glass, couldn't see no certi'

She want that brand new ass, fuck it, call the surgeon

Okay, you talk about what I did, bitch, I, I fuck—

Okay, you talkin' 'bout all these bands, bitch I— hold up

Okay, you keep lookin' at my wrist, bitch, it bust

Bitch tryna drop her pants, I let her in, I fuck around turned her up

Okay, you talk about all these bands you won't get, bitch

Okay, talk about my opps, they dead, on my hip with

Jump out, squeeze that bitch, I blam then burst, and watch her switch glitch

I just made her eat it while we drive, five-percent tint

Niggas super tough when they on live, fuck it, bend and hit

They dropped his lo', oh, no, we gon' bend that bitch

Let him keep on hidin' behind his kids, we gon' run in that bitch

I'm OT, I got bread, dough, gon' send a blitz

This one for my bros, I made the first one for that bougie bitch

I want bands, gettin' this shit for bands, so I'm gon' murder

You seen niggas bitchin' me, stop lyin', that shit unheard of

She want that brand new CC bag, her pussy worth it

Still tryin' to kill this bitch before I go back in, gotta take two 30's

I got rich, of course I'll show my ass, did them dirty

Pulled up, murked his ass, we crack the glass, couldn't see no certi'

She want that brand new ass, fuck it, call the surgeon

Okay, you talk about what I did, bitch, I, I fuck—

I fuck—

I fuck—