"SoFlo Freestyle" lyrics
Hey (Ain't know 'bout the streets goin' crazy)
Who it is?
Lil' Dee
Let's go
A-A-Ayy
Drugs in my body, I get high to ease the pain
I'ma make you cut yo' man off, that nigga lame
Why the fuck these niggas keep on starin' at my chain? (Chain)
I can't trust nobody and this money is to blame (Yah-yah)
Who the fuck is that?
Hoppin' out that all black (Yeah)
She keep callin' me, I'm not the type to call back (Back)
Niggas ain't have no good intentions, so I fall back (Ayy)
Try to rob me, you gon' end up where your dawg at (Bah!)
I be steppin' it, Alexander McQueen, I'm fresh as hell, ain't it
I just pulled up to the party, saw your bitch, she damn near fainted
Niggas thought that I was sweet 'cause I be rappin' and I'm famous
Put that pussy straight to sleep in body bags, fuck a blanket
Uh, you can't ride my wave, ain't no point even tryin' (Tryin')
Shawty sellin' drinks, alright baby I ain't buyin' (Buyin')
I know you a thot, why the fuck she keep on lyin'? (Lyin')
Baby girl you trippin', check your shoe, you need to tie it
(Ha, need to tie your shoe, bitch you be trippin')
Ayy, fuck yo private plane, fuck yo' pilot I'm the flyest (Fly as hell, shit don't make no sense)
Ha, uh, niggas ain't get no money, now they pockets on a diet
Ayy, racks can't fit in no wallet
Ayy, I get fly as hell by myself, I ain't need no stylist (Uh)
You can't find another nigga like me, girl, be honest (Uh)
Fuck her from the back, and I nutted all on her bonnet (Ah)
I don't want no IG famous bitch, I want a trench ho
Smokin' runt pack, [?] ashes on my trench coat
You don't even know him, how the fuck is that your big bro? (Yeah)
No you ain't gon' shoot it, what the fuck you got that stick fo'? (Huh)
Steppin' on niggas in Christian Lou (Ooh)
Niggas said he gon' run up on who? Make the news
Bitch, I ain't no dummy, you can't play me like no fool
I got an old soul, I'm gon' give that boy the blues (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
She say she from Florida, shawty got that water
I think I adore her, so I'm gon' Dior her (*Cha-ching*)
He get out of line, we gon' put that boy in order (Gang)
She gon' fuck the whole gang, we just gon' record her (Gang)
Aw man, I'm in this bitch know that I'm trippin'
Ha! Uh! Gang!
Who it is?
Lil' Dee
Let's go
A-A-Ayy
Drugs in my body, I get high to ease the pain
I'ma make you cut yo' man off, that nigga lame
Why the fuck these niggas keep on starin' at my chain? (Chain)
I can't trust nobody and this money is to blame (Yah-yah)
Who the fuck is that?
Hoppin' out that all black (Yeah)
She keep callin' me, I'm not the type to call back (Back)
Niggas ain't have no good intentions, so I fall back (Ayy)
Try to rob me, you gon' end up where your dawg at (Bah!)
I be steppin' it, Alexander McQueen, I'm fresh as hell, ain't it
I just pulled up to the party, saw your bitch, she damn near fainted
Niggas thought that I was sweet 'cause I be rappin' and I'm famous
Put that pussy straight to sleep in body bags, fuck a blanket
Uh, you can't ride my wave, ain't no point even tryin' (Tryin')
Shawty sellin' drinks, alright baby I ain't buyin' (Buyin')
I know you a thot, why the fuck she keep on lyin'? (Lyin')
Baby girl you trippin', check your shoe, you need to tie it
(Ha, need to tie your shoe, bitch you be trippin')
Ayy, fuck yo private plane, fuck yo' pilot I'm the flyest (Fly as hell, shit don't make no sense)
Ha, uh, niggas ain't get no money, now they pockets on a diet
Ayy, racks can't fit in no wallet
Ayy, I get fly as hell by myself, I ain't need no stylist (Uh)
You can't find another nigga like me, girl, be honest (Uh)
Fuck her from the back, and I nutted all on her bonnet (Ah)
I don't want no IG famous bitch, I want a trench ho
Smokin' runt pack, [?] ashes on my trench coat
You don't even know him, how the fuck is that your big bro? (Yeah)
No you ain't gon' shoot it, what the fuck you got that stick fo'? (Huh)
Steppin' on niggas in Christian Lou (Ooh)
Niggas said he gon' run up on who? Make the news
Bitch, I ain't no dummy, you can't play me like no fool
I got an old soul, I'm gon' give that boy the blues (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
She say she from Florida, shawty got that water
I think I adore her, so I'm gon' Dior her (*Cha-ching*)
He get out of line, we gon' put that boy in order (Gang)
She gon' fuck the whole gang, we just gon' record her (Gang)
Aw man, I'm in this bitch know that I'm trippin'
Ha! Uh! Gang!
