[Intro]
(2sided goin' crazy)
(Aye, what these n***as on Soulja?)

[Verse]
I rock Maison Margiela
Who is Maison Margiela my Reebok?
Makin' get no bread when you sit on yo' ass
I was so broke, man I can't go back
Too many racks...
Where at just racky, racky
Bad bitch but her ass still fat (Hahaha)
So mad n***a why you all that?
I done been told n***as that I'm with King bat
Bitches told n***as that I been on they ass
Call my phone like show me that fat ma
Thick ass hoe wanna sit on my lap
Bullets keep going, yeah they sent yo' ah
On some new shit, they already 'bout to-
'Bout to do shit, for some Ruth Chris
Pop out SRT, get him nuked quick
'Bout to buy a new LE, swear it got hoes in it
Broke ass n***a, Bnb with no hoes in it
Pussy so wet like I put a damn toe in that shit
'Bout to geek off X and she hoeing and shit
I'm on this ho' so boney and I feel so lonеly, it's on and shit
These n***as be flakе, like Tony
'Bout to fuck with that bitch that keep hoeing and shit
Told my day ones, "I'll never fold on them"
Man these n***as they switch so often (They switch so often)
Why they switch so often?
Bitch I love Hysteric Glamour my outfit
Say this shit til' I die, told them n***as, "Free Austin"
Pussy so tight man that shit feel awesome
He in the field that shit gon' cost 'em
Bitch want me finna' show out in Boston
[?] know this n***a just lost 'em
[Outro]
(Huhuh, ah, fuck)
I got my racks up
I'm just looking for an answer
She got' body like a dancer
Think I finally found the answer
I’m a Virgo, she a Cancer
(Think I'm finna see it through)
(She the only that call me handsome)
(She the only one that got the answers)