TUT II: The Unity Tape II “SOS” (JohnFou) Lyrics

Man that bitch need a..

Man that bitch need a..

It's G.I. Joe

Man that bitch need a S.O.S

Like someone save me

She can have Givenchy

But she gotta have my baby

Rich baby daddy with, Latina hoes

They gotta call me papi

This is thirty hour G, Just kickin' flows to make it nasty

And I'm hard as L

Forreal, stackin' these commas still

Might give my mom a mill

My life be drama filled

They want the truth

I'm a point guard

You can check the scorecard

I'm dishin' an assist to him

Now he gettin' plays

He movin' up to bitches

Who just strut the runway

My nigga, this is TUT II

I'm finna touch her guts too

Fee-fi-fo, I'm the bully in the lunchroom

Every day I shake and I bake

Cause I must prove, Loungin' with these pretty bitches

Now they wanna hunch, dude

I'm a giant to these suckas, Hope they bust moves

That'll be they last move

Niggas knowin' cash rules, Everything around me

I'ma change the sound for your ears

Like I'm shouting

I can do this shit all day

Like it's fuckin' foreplay

They want the…

Man, that bitch need a..

Man, that bitch need a..

Man, that bitch need a..

Man that bitch need a S.O.S

Like someone save me

She can have Givenchy

But she gotta have my baby

Rich baby daddy with, Latina hoes

They gotta call me papi

This is thirty hour G, Just kickin' flows to make it nasty

And I'm hard as L

Forreal, stackin' these commas still

Might give my mom a mill

My life be drama filled

Man, that bitch need me in her life

I might turn her to a wife

With some sisters though, I don't know no Mormons

But that shit is like a cheat code

For niggas goin' beast mode

I got that heat seeker

So I can attest to my tribe

I got 200 songs

And in none of them i lied

I'm a free spirit baby, know you know you gotta pay me

Tryin' to make it from the go

And hit a rich flex

Niggas lookin' like I'm countin

Cards skimmin' twin decks

Big faith walkin

Got no time for a temptress

She steady on my line

But I never show her interest

I'ma need my bills all blue

Pay me up front

Came a long ways, from them days eating state lunch

Everything free, Came with disses

Why they hate me?

Bitches down bad, Ran through, so they berate me

I'll be goo-good, That's a fact though

Might even hit it back door

Cruisin' in these lanes, I got big faith

Standing' ten toes, On my name like Kunta Kinte

Gettin' kinda sore

Hearin' jeers, When the haters comin' near

I got money on my mind

So I take it up a gear, Yeah I'm so mos def

On my hot shit, Niggas look around

With a frown, I'm the topic

Yeah it's GI

Don't you pop up out of pocket

Man that bitch need a

Man that bitch need a

Man that bitch need a

SOS like someone save me