SoHo ft. Surge Lyrics

In the club, no I.D

Walk round tryna scoop me some thots

Said you putting your heart in this shit

But I don't feel it beating so get off my block

Labels investing in me

See they taking that chance

Finna explode like a stock

Couldn't get red from the plug

So I lied in they face

Just to get more from the doc

Mind my business

Why you in my pockets ?

I get spinach

I just hit Lenox

Hit it, spend it

She want love not rented

I don't sip henny

She pass red cups

SoHo pockets dented

Your bitch head off something wrong

I might send her to the dentist

Heard she give top mataskini

Then I might attend it

This new pack that came from Phantom

Got me higher than attendant

Ion ask no one if I want something

Best believe I get it

We got different problems

I'm filling tax you doing pen and heading

One day step out Seventh Heaven

Double cups 7-11

Mind fucked up I changed my setting

Change your life could be your blessing

You gone leave but ima test it

I need cheese on top of lettuce

Cut the scene and show my credits

Looking back I don't regret it

Your new girl he a runner man

He ain't never stack up couple hunnid bands

Bag primal to me I be hunting man

Flex my arms they can see I be stunting man

Spotted your bitch on Pinterest

Ion even express no interest

Finisher move she finished

Oversized tee, Glock underneath in it

In the club, go home by three

Not cup but she love on me

Got a whole lotta friends, a whole lotta family

My nigga depending on me

I ball like the MVP

Ya new nigga a clown to me

I'm tryna blow down a pound of leaf

These niggas broke and you bound to see

Dun,Dun

Girl wassup i'm just tryna show you some love

I'm only be stressing on some of the drugs

I think I ain't have me enough

And it's tough the way that I fall for your bluff

In New York with my niggas

I ain't even stressing I double my cup

I cop me a strap then i'm doubling up

Made a band in a day watch me triple this shit

Foul on the play watch me dribble a bitch

She suck on my dick then you kiss her that's ew

Up in the school had that shit on conceal

Brodie got work nigga we sending pills

Know that's not love baby im tryna kill

Climbing my way i'm the king of the hill

Climbing my way im the king of the hill

This shit getting harder this shit getting real

I'm too kutthroat man i'm feeling like bill

She give me the throat till a nigga can't feel

I'm working on grinding I ain't have a mill

Sending your shot better duck nigga

Fucked up when I trusted them fuck niggas

Fuck that we gone run up them bucks nigga

In the club, no I.D

Walk round tryna scoop me some thots

Said you putting your heart in this shit

But I don't feel it beating so get off my block

Labels investing in me

See they taking that chance

Finna explode like a stock

Couldn't get red from the plug

So I lied in they face

Just to get more from the doc

Mind my business

Why you in my pockets ?

I get spinach

I just hit Lenox

Hit it, spend it

She want love not rented

I don't sip henny

She pass red cups

SoHo pockets dented

Your bitch head off something wrong

I might send her to the dentist