[Verse 1: so so]
I heard you been off them addys and oxys and powder
Had your lil white girl y'all sniffin for hours
Brody like that smell but ain't sniffin no flower
Had me think you lost me, you pissed off, you sour
Now you sad sad, Brody got me mad mad
You can keep your mommies, I know that you down bad
He in love with crackheads, shit that nigga trippin
I got greasy fingers, I been thumbin through this chicken
You say talkin to my niggas as if I wouldn't find out
Now I'm talkin to your sister, you can't stop runnin your mouth
You just mad she call me mister, I know you feelin left out
Nigga I know that you miss her, nigga we can't talk it out
[Chorus: so so]
I like gettin money, countin commas, my prerogative
Niggas NPCs, this ain't real life, you in an oculus
Niggas talkin shit like this and that but they ain't stoppin it
She'll dip and then she'll run back in a week because we toxic, bitch
[Verse 2: so so]
Her ex been tryna hit her on the flip, I'm ready to dox the bitch
Heard he tryna slide with a nine, he got a Glock and shit
I pulled up with just a pair of gloves, I'm ready to box the shit
Sometimes I feel like I'm Kodak Black, cause ain't no flockin, bitch
Huh like lil bro, you done capped out
Try and stand up, come up next to me and you get sat down
FnN is big as hell, it blow a nigga back out
I ain't talkin iOS when I say I'ma bring that Mac out
I'm a bad bitch killer, bae I'm really tryna pipe
I just really wanna fuck, I don't really wanna fight
Put her on a lil boat, know I'm hittin one night
Left her ass on seen, I don't really know what's right, nigga
No flex, I don't really got no type, nigga
No bark, know my fangs really bite, nigga
Don't got twitter fingers, I ain't really tryna type, nigga
Call of duty chopper, air it out and I might strike, nigga
[Chorus: so so]
I like gettin money, countin commas, my prerogative
Niggas NPCs, this ain't real life, you in an oculus
Niggas talkin shit like this and that but they ain't stoppin it
She'll dip and then she'll run back in a week because we toxic, bitch
I like gettin money, countin commas, my prerogative
Niggas NPCs, this ain't real life, you in an oculus
Niggas talkin shit like this and that but they ain't stoppin it
She'll dip and then she'll run back in a week because we toxic, bitch
[Verse 3: sadboyshaq]
Look, she sip on my yum-yum juice
She gon' eat up on this dick just like a gum-gum fruit
Hop in the house, hop in the window
Niggas wake up, who are you
I can't leave no fucking witnesses, I'm going two for two
Hit my niggas in that sprinter van, they finna boom at you
Rest in peace, yo ass, you in heaven, MF doom with you
Seven, six, two, five, five, six, and I don't really give no fuck about it
The day I fucking quit is the day you see me as a lick
If you don't treat your hoe right, I might fuck it, that's my prerogative
Bitch, you givin good ass brain, I might just call your ass a scholar then
Man, what the fuck, man, Fuck, man, I don't know
She be makin' noise in that soundproof room
Have his dumb ass up on Channel 5 News
I ain't no blood, but bitch, I really know some pirus
And I know some crips that fuck you up and might just slide thru
[Chorus: so so & sadboyshaq]
I like gettin money, countin commas, my prerogative
Niggas NPCs, this ain't real life, you in an oculus
Niggas talkin shit like this and that but they ain't stoppin it
She'll dip and then she'll run back in a week because we toxic, bitch
