"Soul Searching" lyrics
(Play me some pimpin', mane)
Ayy, mane, where my weed at?
Ayy, mane, play me some pimpin', mane
Let me tell you YN's some real shit
You see that girl over there, mane?
That bitch right there, mane
Let me tell you something, mane
This bitch needs some soul searching
That pussy ain't worth a Birkin
Spent some racks, she ain't worth a penny
That's a bad purchase
Single women love to flirt
All these bitches do is twerk
Legend, I'm a trendsetter
I'm the one to do it first
Trick-or-treat, only beans I got is a bag of percs
First millionaire out the family, I done broke the curse
Balenciaga heavy, mane
[?] coming like Eddie Kane
On the phone with Wiz smoking Khalifa, that's my favorite strain
On the phone with Wiz smoking KK, that's my favorite strain
Bitch should've been in that movie with Kennen Wayans, Low Down Dirty Shame
Probably seen me at a ball game, rockin' Balmain
Chrome shades off the fuckin' chain, I'm a dog, mane
Always in my fuckin' bag where I'm supposed to be
I ain't tricking, bitch, I'm claustrophobic, you too close to me
All these bitches do is shake that ass for some likes
All these niggas ain't gettin' no money
Niggas broke, niggas tight
Gotta take a fuckin' chance if you wanna be a champ
I done balled so fuckin' long I done caught a fuckin' cramp
I got money on my phone, me and Wiz smoking strong
Not a kid, bitch, I'm grown
Do it big 'til I'm gone
This bitch needs some soul searching
That pussy ain't worth a Birkin
Spent some racks, she ain't worth a penny
That's a bad purchase
Single women love to flirt
All these bitches do is twerk
Legend, I'm a trendsetter
I'm the one to do it first
Trick-or-treat, only beans I got is a bag of percs
First millionaire out the family, I done broke the curse
Balenciaga heavy, mane
[?] coming like Eddie Kane
On the phone with Wiz smoking Khalifa, that's my favorite strain
On the phone with Wiz smoking KK, that's my favorite strain
Bitch should've been in that movie with Kennen Wayans, Low Down Dirty Shame
Somebody get this bitch a perc
Somebody get this bitch a drink
Yeah, little momma, that's all I got
I don't know what these bitches think
I'ma be doing my Memphis walk all the way to the fuckin' bank
Still making hits, you know if I produced that shit that bitch gon' crank
Still fucking with that OG sound
All the real niggas gonna hold me down
I ain't been getting nothing but love
All the bad bitches wanna blow me down
This bitch needs some soul searching, pussy got some miles on it
That's for all the dog hoes, I just had to growl on it
Shop until the mall closed, Juicy shut it down, don't he?
Graduated, racks bitch, put a cap and gown on it
This bitch needs some soul searching
That pussy ain't worth a Birkin
Spent some racks, she ain't worth a penny
That's a bad purchase
Ayy, mane, where my weed at?
Ayy, mane, play me some pimpin', mane
Let me tell you YN's some real shit
You see that girl over there, mane?
That bitch right there, mane
Let me tell you something, mane
This bitch needs some soul searching
That pussy ain't worth a Birkin
Spent some racks, she ain't worth a penny
That's a bad purchase
Single women love to flirt
All these bitches do is twerk
Legend, I'm a trendsetter
I'm the one to do it first
Trick-or-treat, only beans I got is a bag of percs
First millionaire out the family, I done broke the curse
Balenciaga heavy, mane
[?] coming like Eddie Kane
On the phone with Wiz smoking Khalifa, that's my favorite strain
On the phone with Wiz smoking KK, that's my favorite strain
Bitch should've been in that movie with Kennen Wayans, Low Down Dirty Shame
Probably seen me at a ball game, rockin' Balmain
Chrome shades off the fuckin' chain, I'm a dog, mane
Always in my fuckin' bag where I'm supposed to be
I ain't tricking, bitch, I'm claustrophobic, you too close to me
All these bitches do is shake that ass for some likes
All these niggas ain't gettin' no money
Niggas broke, niggas tight
Gotta take a fuckin' chance if you wanna be a champ
I done balled so fuckin' long I done caught a fuckin' cramp
I got money on my phone, me and Wiz smoking strong
Not a kid, bitch, I'm grown
Do it big 'til I'm gone
This bitch needs some soul searching
That pussy ain't worth a Birkin
Spent some racks, she ain't worth a penny
That's a bad purchase
Single women love to flirt
All these bitches do is twerk
Legend, I'm a trendsetter
I'm the one to do it first
Trick-or-treat, only beans I got is a bag of percs
First millionaire out the family, I done broke the curse
Balenciaga heavy, mane
[?] coming like Eddie Kane
On the phone with Wiz smoking Khalifa, that's my favorite strain
On the phone with Wiz smoking KK, that's my favorite strain
Bitch should've been in that movie with Kennen Wayans, Low Down Dirty Shame
Somebody get this bitch a perc
Somebody get this bitch a drink
Yeah, little momma, that's all I got
I don't know what these bitches think
I'ma be doing my Memphis walk all the way to the fuckin' bank
Still making hits, you know if I produced that shit that bitch gon' crank
Still fucking with that OG sound
All the real niggas gonna hold me down
I ain't been getting nothing but love
All the bad bitches wanna blow me down
This bitch needs some soul searching, pussy got some miles on it
That's for all the dog hoes, I just had to growl on it
Shop until the mall closed, Juicy shut it down, don't he?
Graduated, racks bitch, put a cap and gown on it
This bitch needs some soul searching
That pussy ain't worth a Birkin
Spent some racks, she ain't worth a penny
That's a bad purchase
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Cole Ross Wainwright
