Soopuhfishuhl Lyrics

I don't gotta talk and keep my business under tables huh

Why can't we just fuck without the drama or the labels huh

When I had some waves it had me spinning like dreidel huh

Then I grew my hair out

Had me pulling out the chair

On all these bitches who was used to me when I would rock the one cut

Sophomore year I finally copped my first pair of ones but

Whoever said shoes don't make the man was smoking crack or something

First time in some jordans had me feeling like I'm Jordan

In the morning I wake up and first thing I see is my melanin

Just like how I like my bitches can't forget they feminine

I can't wait till I walk down the street

And they like you that guy

Snap a pic and sign and shirt

Spread the word and tell a friend

Rue twenty-one but a nigga's only twenty hey

I'm just trynna cop a graphic tee and get some cuddy hey

Wells Fargo said my account was looking funny hey

Way I'm dropping paper it's like a strip club throwing money hey

Lax bro you can't talk to me without your boathouse

That hoe said she's quiet but we know her throat loud

Backroads had me fucking up all of my rims

My lil whip is named Omertà

Cause I treat her like a ghost now

I remember taking stuff that momma said as jokes how

All black folk ain't kinfolk look I'm woke now

It be your own people who be evil in the slump

A desert eagle for the pump

Don't make you tough unless you tough with it

Granddad was in Rochester mobbing in these streets

I'm trynna take a road trip to go inherit that

Check in while in Durham you a stranger where's your merit at

I been putting in work all on the edge Myles Garret bitch

Swerving all these hoes

I can't even take them serious

With all that makeup on

I know a catfish from experience

I heard your father wasn't around

That shit is tragic

But don't go calling me daddy

Fuck around and I'll let you have it hoe

Bnb business

Need a home away from home

I need a boat that's full of baddies

A ferry of pheromones

Only dimes

I be losing all the pennies in the crack

And if you act like you a dub

Then I'll get petty on a track

Look I get metta with a mac

I remember when I shot my first gun

Man that kickback had me loose with it

Almost dropped that shit

Would've turned to a statistic

Myself versus I

That's some black on black crime

Ask me why this demon time

But momma raised an angel

Grew up watching Ocho Cinco

But won't fucking with the Bengals

Let me flip the other channel

Watch some jungle fury rangers

As long as it kept me focused

And kept me out of the danger

Don't need no one pointing fingers

The point is producing bangers

Is pointless if you ain't patient

I'd probably give up this rapping

But rapping gave me this passion

I'm superficial as fuck

But this surface-level type bragging

If I was to drive the boat

I'd probably get lost in traffic