SOB (feat. Lil Scoom)

Got Tris by the line, 'bout to get you a

Y'all know how the fuck we comin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come here, ayy, Fox, why you so godly?)

Grr, we bouncin', yeah, the fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Grr, come here, come here)

Know how the fuck we comin', we chasin' ****

All, twin, we in Cali right now, we finna fly back to the 'Raq (Come here, grr)

Yeah, we chasin', word to Opp, I know an opp, he dead (Grr, come here, come here)

I'm tryna fuck on a model

Tryna get me some lean, but I need me a bottle (But I need me a bottle)

Doggin' the straight too fast, full throttle

I'm blowin' the trans if 12 try to follow (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Blowin' at me, then I'm blowin' right back

We out in the 'burbs tryna kit up a Track' (Kit up a Track')

Might fly out to Cali, then back to the 'Raq (Back to the 'Raq)

Monyun comin' in, my pockets be fat (Pockets be fat)

Far fly, this bitch playin' like she ain't an eater, like she ain't gon' let me fack (Like, let me fack)

I'm tryna catch me a face right out of the straight, Shaq got wheel, I'm out the back (Grr)

I'm off the drugs, I'm feelin' like Yak (I'm feelin' like Yak)

Everybody got wheel, but I trust it with Shaq (Shaq)

Don't think that I'm a rapper, I'm really a clapper, but they want me to chill on it (Grrah)

We see a face, we blitzin', bounce out switches, don't try to play, we different (We different)

Focused on rap, I'm gifted, straight truck lifted, doggin' this bitch in the trenches (Skrrt)

We really drenchin' the 'Raq, we run over East, 4AC, know we vicious (Grr, come here, come here)

We really SOB, don't know about them, but we really standin' on business (We standin' on business)

I'm tryna fuck on a model (Fuck on a model)

Tryna get me some lean, but I need me a bottle (I need me a bottle)

Doggin' the straight too fast, full throttle (Skrrt)

I'm blowin' the trans if 12 try to follow (Skrrt, skrrt)

Blowin' at me, then I'm blowin' right back (Grr)

We out in the 'burbs tryna kit up a Track' (Tryna kit up a Track', brr, brr)

Might fly out to Cali, then back to the 'Raq (Back to the 'Raq, damn)

Monyun comin' in, my pockets be fat (My pockets be fat)

This right here a Max', this not no Track', lil' boy, we don't slide in no Hemi (Skrrt, skrrt)

Shorty 'nem shoot out the window, we blowin' shit down, shoot switch 'til that bitch get empty (Brr)

We'll bounce out with a Drac', Baby Splat got the wheel, lil' Rell bounce out with a fifty

Gotta go fuck in the front, can't fuck in the back, on bro, these hoes be tricky (Yeah)

Goofy ass died with his Gen, he was fuckin' his bitch, six-two left his head by the titty (Shew, shew)

Know that we ride through the bity

We scoomin' the city, wrong move, get hit with a sixty (Brr)

Shorty suck dick and drink Rémy

She twerk in the middle, step back, I know her shit fishy (Ew)

Swingin' the switch and a Drac', tryna catch me a face, blew full, this shit gon' get sticky (Damn)

I'm tryna fuck on a model

Tryna get me some lean, but I need me a bottle

Doggin' the straight too fast, full throttle

I'm blowin' the trans if 12 try to follow

Blowin' at me, then I'm blowin' right back

We out in the 'burbs tryna kit up a Track'

Might fly out to Cali, then back to the 'Raq

Monyun comin' in, my pockets be fat

Brr, brr, come here, lil' bitch, where you goin'? (Brr, brr, brr, brr, where you goin'?)

Out in space like Rick, finna kit up a straight, told Morty to keep on blowin' (Fah)

So many opps got whacked and put in they place, but the goal's to keep on scorin' (Bah, bah)

Still post up in the C, finna fly to L.A., me and blood still out here tourin' (Damn)

Hot in the big-ass Track', no AC on, on bro, this bitch hot, scorchin' (Damn)

AP tight on the wrist, don't reach reach for this bitch, 10 mil', this bitch gon' torch 'em (Damn)

Really go spend me a bag, go fuck on this bitch, type shit, told her get an abortion (Damn)

Put a lil' money on his head, my shorties go get him, dumb ****, that switchy got motion (Lil' boy)

I'm tryna fuck on a model

Tryna get me some lean, but I need me a bottle

Doggin' the straight too fast, full throttle

I'm blowin' the trans if 12 try to follow

Blowin' at me, then I'm blowin' right back

We out in the 'burbs tryna kit up a Track'

Might fly out to Cali, then back to the 'Raq

Monyun comin' in, my pockets be fat