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Hoe Era Lyrics

“Hoe Era” is the third diss track by Ray Vaughn in his ongoing beef with Joey Bada$$, following “Crashout Heritage” and “Impossible Patty.” The cover art depicts a shirt with text reading “HOE ERA,” along… Read More 

[Intro]

I already know you been talkin' 'bout me, hahaha

Yeah, yeah

Niggas on that shit again, uh

Huh

Yeah, niggas on 'em tough, ayy

On 'em tough, ayy, niggas on 'em, yeah

Look

[Chorus]

Ayy, Hoey, is you stupid or you dumb?

Poppin' it, then screamin' 'bout a twenty-v-one (Twenty-v-one)

Ayy, Hoey, is you finished or you done? (Done)

We don't give a fuck where you from, where you from

[Post-Chorus]

Uh-huh, okay (Okay)

What's up? (What's up?), shut up (Shut up)

Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Okay)

What's up? (What's up?), shut up

[Verse 1]

Baby teeth, you ain't even got a plaque yet

Fact check, we wanna see the numbers like a math test

Run, Joey, run, we gon' aim it at your backpack

Real shit, you should act more, you should rap less

Every verse ass, what that BBL cost?

West Coast get in season, now you heavy on the salt (What?)

Catch him at the Staple Center, bet you I'ma spark (What?)

Goofy, don't let Power get your TV turned off

Nigga, what? You done ran into them steppers who don't tap dance

Gucci trash bands just for you to put them raps in

Conductor got you soundin' like you in a jazz band

Why you goin' after Dot? He think he Pac-Man, woo

CJ like forty and he on drugs

Clickbaitin' for the honeycomb, get your own buzz

Skeletons inside my closet playin' Bone Thugs

I'll put the whole Pro Era on a Pro Club (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

[Chorus]

Ayy, Hoey, is you stupid or you dumb? (Dumb)

Poppin' it, then screamin' 'bout a twenty-v-one

Ayy, Hoey, is you finished or you done? (Done)

We don't give a fuck where you from, where you from (Where you from)

[Post-Chorus]

Uh-huh, okay (Okay)

What's up? (What's up?), shut up (Shut up)

Uh-huh (Uh-huh), okay (Okay)

What's up? (What's up?), shut up (Where you from)

[Verse 2]

Niggas want smoke, I'm a vape lord

Walk around with 9 on me, feel like I'm in grade four (I'm in grade four)

I can send him to the stars, he get paid for (He get paid for)

But standin' next to Soul ain't gon' save yours (Ain't gon' save yours)

But every verse, Hoey talkin' 'bout, "I'm back"

We don't give a fuck 'bout where you was or where you at (Where you at)

See, the fans only know you for the acts, not the blaps

I know where you wasn't, you was never on the map

Look, sleep with one eye open, I'm in Futurama

Old-heads ain't try to school you, let me do the honors

Stupid-ass nigga, I can tell he never been in drama

Who a nobody? I was writin' for your baby mama (For Serayah)

Call yourself speakin' for the coast without backup

Dropped a lil' three-track EP and, nigga, that sucked

Seen what happened last time an actor beef with rapper

How you on TV and your homie usin' CapCut? (Ah)

Get active (Get active), stop actin' (Stop actin')

Get active (Get active), gain traction (Get active)

Your last slap was in 2017

And I play ball, I can deal with niggas on the screen

Ray Whoppa, quick to turn a nigga to a rollout

Heard they moved the goalpost every time we show out

Hair-salon convo, it really is a blowout

Dot didn't respond, now you tryna call Cole out? Dumbass

[Chorus]

Ayy, Hoey, is you stupid or you dumb? (Dumb)

Poppin' it, then screamin' 'bout a twenty-v-one (Twenty-v-one)

[Verse 3]

Ayy, rock him, stupid-ass nigga think he Rakim

TDE superstar is jealous he ain't locked in

I done peeled so many caps, I go to med school

Bullets flyin' by, sound like sounds on the Neptune

Thought the beef was livestock, really it was Deadpool

For that energy, I gave him wings once I read bull

Sorry, not sorry, shit was weak, pardon me (Pardon me)

He made a whole EP coppin' pleas (Coppin' what?)

Black man, let him breathe, let him breathe

Nah, fuck that, hang him from the popular trees

He had y'all fooled like he do it for the sport (For the sport)

I'm Snoop Dogg kickin' over his lil' fort, ayy (Aw)

Bitch, you washed, you ain't carryin' no torch

You let Ice Spice turn into the king of New York, what the fuck? (Yeah)

[Outro]

Get active (Get active), stop actin' (Stop actin')

Get active (Get active), stop actin' (Stop actin')

Get active (Get active), stop actin' (Stop actin')

Get active (Get active), stop actin'