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Girl, you see these buddy-a** hoes tryna get in our section
You see them lookin' at us over there?
They can't even get in, they ain't gang, what y'all on? Like what they on?
They must got a problem or somethin', what the—
Stay on that side
Naw, y'all can't come over here, man
And I hope they don't think they finna come over gettin' bucks
Huh, I wish they would
Man, it's over with
Y'all gotta know what's up with us, real talk
No cap
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

These hoes can't come in our section
These hoes bе broke, they messy
I'm waitin' on a b*t*h, comе test me
These hoes can't come in our section
These hoes can't come in our section
These hoes be broke, they messy
I'm waitin' on a b*t*h, come test me
These hoes can't come in our section

Walk up in the party VIP, I'm with some models
Lookin' bad as f**k, sh*t, they gon' think I'm with some toddlers
They done told me pop my sh*t, so, ayy, I started with the bottle
We gon' rock the club tonight, then have a Sunday school tomorrow
We don't need no introduction, we walk through and they gon' know it's us
Don't gotta make no scene, 'cause off the rip, they a** gon' notice us
They talkin' from the crowd, but on the gang, they ain't gon' f**k with us
Act like they don't know, I bet y'all n***as know what's up with us, on God
Pullin' up lit, droppin' fire in the section
See us in the club, you can't come up in our section
Hottest out of Memphis, we the new obsession
Big dog status, heavyweight, we flexin'
Said I'm kickin' down the door, now I'm lettin' all my b*t*hes in
Subtract a couple n***as just to add up all my dividends
B*t*hes wanna hate, but they forgot they used to be a fan
Gangster at the mouth, well, ho, show me, let me see your hands

These hoes can't come in our section
These hoes be broke, they messy
I'm waitin' on a b*t*h, come test me
These hoes can't come in our section
These hoes can't come in our section
These hoes be broke, they messy
I'm waitin' on a b*t*h, come test me
These hoes can't come in our section

Ain't no better feelin' then sh*ttin' on these mad hoes every day
B*t*hes wishin' they was still the gang, can't come back anyway
We been stakin' out on her block, caught her on the twelfth day
Sun up and sun down, I'm at it, I don't get no off day
Soon as b*t*hes thinkin' beef died down, we poppin' back out
Tryna get away, do him like Ricky, knock his back out
All I got for b*t*hes is six feet, they don't get no damn clout
B*t*hes ain't welcome in my section, they tryna hang out
Pretty b*t*hes in my section, you lame hoes cannot hang with us
You know what's up, had 'em sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
Every time I step, I gotta know these b*t*hes frownin'
And every time I don't text back, you know the n***a clownin'
I want big blunts and a Taylor Port, pu**y ate on a resort
Got me thinkin' they bulletproof, but my chain, they never reach for it
Wanna be in our section, but you lame hoes had to detour
I don't work no jobs, but a feature, you gotta pay for it, on God

Broke-a** b*t*hes can't come in our motherf**kin' section
We mean, b*t*h, havin' all the ones with whoever, yeah
Y'all know what the f**k goin' on
Ayy
At this moment, you hoes cannot f**k with us
Period

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