[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
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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