C it thru

[Intro]
(2sided goin' crazy)
(Aye, what these niggas on Soulja?)

[Verse]
I rock Maison Margiela
Who is Maison Margiela my Reebok?
They get no bread when you sit on yo' ass
I was so broke, man I can't go back
Too many racks...
Where at just racky, racky
Bad bitch but her ass still fat (Hahaha)
So mad nigga why you all that?
I done been told niggas that I'm with King bat
Bitches told niggas that I been on they ass
Call my phone let's show it like [?]
Thick ass hoe wanna sit on my lap
Bullets keep going, yeah they sent yo' ah
On some new shit, they already about a-bout to do shit
For some Ruth Chris, [?]
[?]
[?]
Pussy so wet like I put my toe in this shit
'Bout to geek off X and she hoeing and shit
I'm on this ho' so boney and I feel so lonely, it's on and shit
These niggas be flake, like Tony
'Bout to fyе with that bitch that keep hoeing and shit
Told my day ones, I'll nevеr fold on them
Man these niggas they switch so often (They switch so often)
Why they switch so often?
Bitch I look high staring clear with my offhand
Say this shit til' I die, told them niggas, "Free Austin"
Pussy so tight man that shit feel awsome
He in the field that shit gon' cost 'em
Bitch want me finna' show out in Boston
[?] know this nigga just lost 'em

[Outro]
Huhuh, ah, fuck
I got my racks up
I'm just looking for an answer
She got' body like a dancer
Think I finally found the answer
I’m a Virgo, she a Cancer
(Think I'm finna see it through)
(She the only that call me handsome)
(She the only one that got the answers)