SoHoe Lyrics

All I need is one shot

Believe me I be tweaking for the whole pot

It's you or me I'm Pol Pot

Sinners finna throw shots

They never get it twisted like the door locked

Minute Ma is so live

Nigga out in SoHoe

Out in SoHoe

What we do for rose gold nigga

Cause my money's like this

But it's funny like that

Say she done with me but she's running right back

Got a full house with me but the dealer just cracked

Uncle Joey in the corner trynna get his bread back

Out in SoHoe

I've been so low

Met a star and fell apart

Like I was Tina from the start

Out in SoHoe

Threesomes with four hoes

Real high but so low

But so low

Tweaking to start off

I fuck with a Keisha

Her sister Aretha

She sing like a gospel

But sin like a demon

Leave me no feeling

I was gripping the sawn off

Right off Monroe

Next to the cleaners

I was pimping and gripping em whole sale

At Niemans and couldn't afford it

I got a feeling inside of me

they want me dead

Stick to the side of me

With a pack on a mission

Out here to get it

And I hope bro proud of me

Told me to run up them digits

Now it's gold

like we hit lottery

And I fuck from the back

Cause she lie to my face

It's always apologies

Fuck it I'm dying today

I'm sliding today

I'm flying a raf

I'm all on the run

So fuck all the funds

We dying today

Body slumped on the seat

We opened the door

Brain on the wheel

Erk 30 the burst

Leave niggas dirt

Color the streets

Double the beef

I need dessert

Cousin been calling my ass like I ain't been putting in work

Running with moe

Upping the score

Keeping a tool

Running with folk

Running a lap

Spinning it back

Then we attack double back and do it some more

Cause my money's like this

But it's funny like that

Say she done with me but she's running right back

Got a full house with me but the dealer just cracked

Uncle Joey in the corner trynna get his bread back

Out in SoHoe

I've been so low

Met a star and fell apart

Like I was Tina from the start

Out in SoHoe

Threesomes with four hoes

Real high but so low

But so low

Had a vision I was running a muck

Running up funds

Stuck up in the party

Momma said I like to learn the hard way

Reminisce on dark days

When I was in the hallway

Gunshots around me

The screams start to drown me

And I can't feel my face

Or anything around me

Been solo for so long

I don't even call my family

Guilty about the homies grave

That shit turn manic

I call up to god

Through tears he understands me

I can build version

I know I'm sick of hurting

Demons got control of my soul and that's the long way

Told em follow me and lead my niggas down the wrong way

I'm sick of saying sorry

I'm sick of feeling sorry

I'm lost down this road and I can't find my way regardless

Regardless

Cause my money's like this

But it's funny like that

Say she done with me but she's running right back

Got a full house with me but the dealer just cracked

Uncle Joey in the corner trynna get his bread back

Out in SoHoe

I've been so low

Met a star and fell apart

Like I was Tina from the start

Out in SoHoe

Threesomes with four hoes

Real high but so low

But so low