No Manners - K Camp, Pee Wee Longway

These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners

These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners

That bag on me like Santa, That bag on me like Santa

That bag on me like Santa, That bag on me like Santa

These hoes don’t meet my standards, These hoes don’t meet my standards

These hoes don’t meet my standards, These hoes don’t meet my standards

These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners

These Hoes ain’t got no manners, These Hoes ain’t got no manners

I got these hoes, I ain’t talking bout shit

Steady creeping round in another nigga vip

Tryna' fuck for a bag that’s it, I said these hoes

Be the same ones on instagram, think they they running things

When in person, bitch, she don’t look the same

Playing niggas for the check, burning like a cigarette

Stay on the scene, but the mouth so mean she go bust like roulette

Really can’t trust these hoes anyway

Take her to the bed, I’m a' hit her with the Hardaway

Feed her with pennies like my last name Hardaway

Heard you cuffing that, boy you really took the heart away

These hoes don’t meet my standard, blue benjamin sack like Santa

All blue on my head, bandana, lil bitch I ain’t got no manners

Louboutin handkerchief to wipe up my bezel

Benzes and my Rollie is Pikachu yellow

Stendo my clip, nigga shooting at whoever

Goldie mouth pimpin' cause hoes I got several

Fuck your bitch under a Versace umbrella

Double R ghost, inside Versace

Bitch eat a dick for a plate of hibachi

Hanging with the lows, yea we rolling and rocking

On another note, look bitch I’m popping

Bitch I got bands in a Santa’s stocking

Machine gun called chopper

Trap house, lean, lean, lean on a doctor

Smoke good gas like a rasta

Slanging OG gas no imposter

Toss out his bitch

Bitch don’t got no manners, we eat steak and lobsters

Giuseppe steppin' me and Neiman Marcus

100 bands on me in all my pockets

Pocket monster so don’t pocket watch

Lost my mind on a molly rocket