Guess What Bitch, We Back Hoe! Lyrics

[Intro: Danny Brown]
No, you ain't
Check

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Throw it back for a thick boy
I'm a outcast, still out last
Your favourite rapper, no hits, boy
This offshore cost more than yours (Uh-huh)
Had Dior three years ago (Step)
Made my way, carved my own lane
Still hatin', do my own thing (Yeah)
Ain't cryin' over no spilled milk (Nah)
f*ckin' bitches like Wilt still (Step)
Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (Ha)
Or locked up, we don't f*ck with death (Ha)
But guess what, bitch? We back, ho
We ain't never left, just sound good
But guess what, bitch? We back, ho
'Cause we ain't never left, just sound good (Uh)
I'm Detroit Red on a whole lotta X (Ow)
He ain't in my pocket and I got that check
Had to check for thе shoestring
If you try to shoot, things might jam up, so try your—
Don't try to be lookin' out
Keep it on me if you try to doubt
What thе f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Seen a lot homie, and watch your mouth
[Chorus: Danny Brown & JPEGMAFIA]
Guess what? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong
Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (Well)
Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Step)
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here, smokin' that strong (Let's go)
Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Uh)

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA] That money can't save you, bitch (No)
Them guards can't save you, bitch (Uh-uh)
Your pimp just playin' you, bitch (That's right)
How you wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?)
You can tell they was raised by some bitches
Creepy niggas always wanna kick it
Give percentage 'cause they want an image
Them people put all of your fam' in a ditch, sni-
Bitch, play me, you gone, just leave me alone
I got a pistol, it's shiny and chrome
Straight to your face, now we hollow your home
Uh-oh, you know (You know)
Me and Danny, we pros (Pros)
Feelin' like Mike, just give me the goal
I'm feelin' like Biggie, they givin' me mo', huh
Woah, woah, woah, uh, let's go, uh
Rappers gettin' extorted (Yeah)
Like hoes who can't afford it (Let's go)
Gotta check in with they daddy
But they get pushed down the toilet
Your fate came with a price and for that price you gettin' aborted
These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mournin'
Y'all tried to bring the heat, that's how shit pop, Alonzo Mourning
She sing my song to me after we f*ck, that bitch retarded
[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong
Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone
Guess what, ho? We on (We on)
Me and Peggy, we gone (We gone)
Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (Well)
Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (Step)

[Outro]
I'm ready, I'm ready
No, you ain't
(Uh)

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