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B2 too official

Verse 1
Sometimes I wanna leave Leave, they don't understand Stand
All I see is greed Greed, how the fuck you my mans Mans
And, bitch, you ain't my friend if we ain't wear the same pants Pants
I'm 'bout to take off this nigga top, I can't trust him I can't trust him
Sitting right behind this nigga, should I bust him Should I bust him
Paint pictures in my head, I see the nigga bloody See him bloody
Paint pictures in my head, I know this shit disgusting I know it is
I keep it solid, if you can't do the same, well, fuck you Fuck you
I'm racing to this cash, and bitch, I'm tryna dust you Dust you
I feel like that my soul burning just like Usher Just like Usher
Nigga talk crazy, dip off in his shit like mustard Just like mustard
I was riding the bus thinking, When I'ma get my own car My own car
Get where I need to be, I swear I ain't makin' no stops No stops
Betrayal, that's that shit that make a nigga soul stop My soul stop
Like I forgot my underwear, I'm ridin' with that pole out That pole out
Smokin' weed Yeah, real depressed Yeah, bitch, it's cold here Cold here
That pussy bald head Yeah, she got them toes out Yeah, yeah
Every time I'm ridin' in some bullshit, the hoes out The hoes out
That's just how the world work, it don't go your way Go your way
I gotta go my own way My own way
I ain't had no motherfuckin' ride, had to take the long way The long way
Wasn't nobody in my corner, I took the strong way The strong way
Put a hole in his chest, he got his soul ate His soul ate

Chorus
They tryna eat a nigga soul Yeah, yeah, soul
I'ma fight back like Ichigo, I can't go I can't go
I didn't know how to whip dope, so I robbed the stores Robbed the stores
Like Jody off of Baby Boy, I was sellin' clothes
I can be your Jody, you can be my Yvette Yeah, yeah
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public, make these little bitches mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

Verse 2
Like Jody off of Baby Boy, I'm arguing with my BM BM
Every time she find that phone, she tryna check that DM Check that DM
Them bitches actin' like they know me Yeah, but I never seen 'em Never seen 'em
I'm just boolin' like a turtle Turtle, turtle, but she think I'm cheating Cheating
She say her pussy Lamborghini and them bitches Kia Kia
I need a bitch that's gon' slide just like Rukia Kia
I can make that ass grow Yeah, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Yeah, yeah
She poppin' pills, gettin' freaky, told the bitch to chill Chill
Like Yvette, lil' baby tryna sniff my dick
She say I fuck real good and I'm the one that made her thick
She gon' make them tacos and we gon' get it in Get it in
While she make them tacos, I'ma put it in Yeah

Chorus
They tryna eat a nigga soul Yeah, yeah, soul
I'ma fight back like Ichigo, I can't go I can't go
I didn't know how to whip dope, so I robbed the stores Robbed the stores
Like Jody off of Baby Boy, I was sellin' clothes His soul ate
I can be your Jody, you can be my Yvette Yeah, yeah
I can eat up on you every time you get mad
Hold your hand in public, make these little bitches mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah