IMSO! Lyrics

Oou she bout bad as fuck!

Aye I'm So, She So yeah

I'm So, She So yeah

I'm So I'm So, She So

Aye I'm So, She So yeah

She so, what, She So yeah She So

Aye! I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So I'm So, She So (Oou she bout bad as fuck!)

I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So, She So yeah

Look to my left and you not there

I look to my left and you not there

We so fye I swear it ain't fair

We gotta match girl what you gon wear?

I remember when we fucked on the stairs

Babygirl cause my kids in ya hair

Now u want up & disappear?

Bitch she gone, gone, what?

I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So, She So yeah (hol on)

I'm So I'm So, She So (Oou she bout bad as fuck!)

I'm So, She So yeah

I'm So, She So yeah

Look to my left and you not there

Don't look to my left, please do not look to my left

She so fine, I don't know what to do

Pack too loud we high at the school

Please go down I'll pay all your dues

Lemme go down this night just for you

Ima finish my plate, eat my food

I need to hydrate girl I need my fluids

She came on my dick, I went dip in the pool

Went dip in the, went dip in the aye

I don't like fighting with you

Know you like fighting wit dude

I tell her hurry up, bae who you gon choose?

Don't tell me hurry up cause I need my nut

Need my cum, I'm finna bust!

Now she come around said she don't want Prada, you liar

Yea you feel it all in ya guts

I got ya bitch in the banshee

She so in love with my fashion

They wonder who shot with the Canon

I feel like Charles Manson

Hoes running round in my cabin

Rehearsals before my fucking show cause I'm moonwalking, Michael Jackson

Talking bout we got symmetry, no it's chemistry, we don't have it

Talking bout "it's just you and me" then you hit ya boi with the back end

Black man and we full of success, we full of this wealth

The way I grind it's so confident

Make a nigga think I'm full of myself, you killing yourself

TikTok got a hold of you

The media got a hold of you

I swear to God you gon fold homie, you gon fold won't you?

Yea you gon fold won't you?

Don't be shaking my hand

I'm shaking my head, I park out the Benz

SaviGod and we travel in France, we get it all!

And ya bringing your friends? Get em all!

I'm So, She So yeah (hol up)

I'm So, She So yeah (hol up)

I'm So I'm Still, She Still

Oou she bout bad as fuck!