Over Hoes & Bitches Lyrics – Quavo ft. Takeoff

[Intro: Quavo & Takeoff]
Pu**y n!gga, pull up, crash out about your bae (Boy, you pu**y)
Lil' b!tch, come dance battle with my drac' (Brrt)
You been f**ked your bag up when you punched Ri' in the face
Talking about fashion week, you sparing who?
Come punch me in my face (Pu**y)
It ain't nun' but a fade, you know you lost to Frank (Frank Ocean?)
N!ggas ran in your house, tied up your aunt 'cause you ain't pay (Auntie)
This bullet got your name (Chris)
Don't ever bring up Take, pu**y (DJ Durel, pu**y)
You know half of y'all n!ggas some hoes out here (Pu**y)
I'm talking 'bout like, these n!ggas bleed once a month, type sh!t
B!tch (Oh)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I call your ho for pu**y, (Brrt) I hit your ho for pu**y (Brrt)
I did a favor coming to save you but you gone owe me, pu**y (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you pu**y (Twelve)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you pu**y (We know it)
Pu**y, (You) pu**y, (You) pu**y, (You) pu**y n!gga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pu**y n!gga, wipe it)
Dropping a dime and pillow talking to these b!tches and hoes (Pu**y n!gga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold (Pu**y n!gga, naw)
You been exposed (Exposed, pu**y)

[Verse: Quavo]
Lil' boy wanna die 'bout some coochie? (Bow)
You still f**ked up 'bout Karrueche? (Damn)
You tried to beat up Teyana, (No cap) but Usher wouldn't let you do it (Usher)
The cocaine got 'em, your honor (White), bipolar disorder, no wonder
You was the greatest, n!gga, you fumbled, going out sad, I'm watching you crumble
Why they got Quavo out here going back and forth with a singer that turned to a junkie?
Never got light skin versus brown skin, n!gga finna divide the country (Go)
N!gga, you ain't been in the trenches
We stomping the yard, you know how that ended (Stomp)
Want smoke with me? OHB mean fighting over hoes and b!tches (OHB)
Who gassed you up to put that out? Yeah, that was sh!tty, n!gga (On God)
I can take a model b!tch and make a Saweetie, n!gga (B!tch)
Crackhead Michael Jackson, b!tch, you better beat it, n!gga
I'm still f**ked up about Takeoff, I want who did it, n!gga (Uh)
But that's some real street sh!t, back to the industry (For real)
Where your baby mommas at? Know they got plenty tea (N!gga, f**k that)
Pu**y, every time you see me, keep that energy (Keep that energy)
Can't believe I gotta beat you 'bout some women beef

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I call your ho for pu**y, (Brrt) I hit your ho for pu**y (Brrt)
I did a favor coming to save you but you gone owe me, pu**y (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you pu**y (Twelve)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you pu**y (We know it)
Pu**y, (You) pu**y, (You) pu**y, (You) pu**y n!gga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pu**y n!gga, wipe it)
Dropping a dime and pillow talking to these b!tches and hoes (Pu**y n!gga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold (Pu**y n!gga, naw)
You been exposed (Exposed, pu**y)

[Outro: Quavo]
Pu**y, pu**y, pu**y, pu**y