[Hook]:
Fuck yo n***a cuz yo n***a ain't me (8x)
Yo n***a ain't me (2x)
He can barely fuck the talk and talk is cheap
Ole broke ass n***a ain't none like me
Fuck with me do the right thang like Spike Lee

[Verse 1]:
Mhm gone bite that lip, gone lick that dick
Just don't bite my shit, yeah she like that shit
I wouldn't wife that bitch cuz i ain't tryna get head
Cuz I'm not will smith, yeah your boyfriend suck
Me and you should fuck, all you get is this dick
That b cup you don't need big tities
I take B cup cuz she just like the freezer you cool as fuck
And if you don't mind then I want you to be mine
It's like you blind with a watch
Wasting time hе breaking your heart
I'm breaking your smilе, He still a lil girl
Girl, and I'm talking to john
Girl do what's right and I'm Mr. right her nose wide open
But her pussy tight and that's what i like (yeah that's what I like)
I'm sprite in vodka, that n***a a sprite
Girl lay down so I can lay it down
I ain't talking about twitter when i say I got pounds
Man these is funny they related to clowns
And she put that pussy up, imma put it down (put it down)
Imma put it down, Imma put it down like it weigh 200 pounds
If you fuck with me you fuckin with the best
That's why i sent that hoe a text sayin"
[Hook]:
Fuck yo n***a cuz yo n***a ain't me (8x)
Yo n***a ain't me (2x)
He can barely fuck the talk and talk is cheap
Ole broke ass n***a ain't none like me
Fuck with me do the right thang like Spike Lee

[Verse 2: Soul Food}:
Fuck yo n***a cause n***a ain’t me
Toss you a few bucks “like here it been a slow week”
Yo friends faceTime back to back cause they know you with me
Got they face all in the camera they tryna get sneak
Yo n***a didn’t think I was a threat until he see that bag
I know he lost his mind he opened it and seen that cash
He bought that lil bitty bag mama I know you was mad
He say a word to me baby and imma use this mag
Yo n***a talk I like to do it you know really get to it
In the lab “uhh uhh” hell yeah I’m pretty fluid
Bump into me and find out this shit more than music
Cilp resemble a pool stick weapon equipped with some blue tips
Man yo n***a pussy he a lil bitty rookie
I’m bout my money like a Booky
Blowin platinum cookie
Turn that cup upside down what fell out? Ohhh a cookie
Perfect attendance in the trenches I ain’t never play hooky
Fuck yo n***a cause n***a a never be me (Why)
I'm the type that can turn 1 into 2 maybe 3
Dunkin’ on these n***as man I think it’s my destiny
2 shooters and a big hell yeah I think I’m anfernee
For a couple Pennies man poof now he history
Man you bad, you a fox, man you look just like Lysterine
On my god she want me all on her face like maybelline
And she got good vocals I didn’t think she could really sing
[Hook]:
Fuck yo n***a cuz yo n***a ain't me (8x)
Yo n***a ain't me (2x)
He can barely fuck the talk and talk is cheap
Ole broke ass n***a ain't none like me
Fuck with me do the right thang like Spike Lee