SOOT

boomin out da fuckin mag, cuz you suckas love to chat

Really Bout my fuckin juicy juice ima need all of that

Bumpin amber and simmie but I ain riding in the splak

yunkus quicky wit the hands but cuzzo you could still get packed

Ima get ya how they did me in ’11 with the bat

You a go scoop Vanessa thinkin that you gon get some ass

Had you thinkin it was her spot, I popped out hella fast

Now you gettin fuckin smacked up, I lay you down flat

Trickin yous a fuckin breeze Suckas goin out bad

Thinking dat you tuff stuff but I been really doin dat

Kinda feel untouchable been goin uppy with the math

Yea its Been got to the point that ion even fuckin trap

I got me and mines snappin, boy its been like dat

You mufuckas takin subs ima spit my crack

Walkin up before I rock and they dont know how to act

I seen dem tryna make my shit but they cant do it like that

I ran circles round that fuckin sound and then went away

Do what I want, still went the fuck up, now im hitting it again

All these big ones tryna fuck with me dey ass better pray

Cuz Ion speak on shit that much, but boy I got time today

Steady makin dog shit, I’ll get this bird out da way

All of this busta talk be blowin me, like fuck out my face

Lil Bitch I’m finna hit arenas, til den ion wanna play

And Once im thru with the plot ima have you rue’in the day

Get between me and my baggie, wish a motherfucker would

‘Cuz I been stomping yall for ages, now I’m coming for blood

You lovin’ this, I know, but I’ma need y’all off of my wood

Y’all be chattin’ like “wus hannen”

Boy, I’ll turn you to soot