[Verse] ...soul stop Yeah, your b*tch, and she came to my crib, and I hit that lil hoe just with no socks (I did) I woulda hit that b*tch in my lane, but my sh*t, it really don't got no shocks Go to the bank, count up the (Whew) I got a fan, b*tch, it go (Whew)
Pull up a Rari, that b*tch, it go (Whew) She su*k my dick, so that b*tch, she go (Whew) You not my homie ... This is not luck, I got it tucked, only shot once Went through you and other mans I'm in her jaws, she fu*k a rubber band