Soul Food

[Chorus]
Cool on the beat boy
You got the sauce like a old dude
Oh that's your bitch, she is old news
Please put your mind on the pack what I told you
I put this drank in my soda
It ain't no shit I ain't mofucking show you
Stay in the pack until that nigga expose you
I had to be where I'm mofucking supposed to
He wanna talk on the gang, we gon blow him
Yall just gonna eat up the swag like it's soul food
I been addicted to soda
Man this shit hit, got me up like a solar
She had the pack but I mofucking stole it
We go to war had the mofuckers floating

[Verse 1]
What, who on the phone
Yeah, I don't know you
Stacks on deck like I'm Soulja
I'm off the meds so I'm floating
Her ass so fat and I notice
I slimе a nigga out, Nickelodeon
You get distractеd, you not focusing
She got my back nigga why she holding it
She so defensive with me
I be defending my lean
Always be high, I'm sitting in the tree
Fucking this bitch in the sheets
Fucking this bitch and I made that hoe leave
You'll get the pack in the mail in a week
I took a trip like let's go overseas
You cannot front on my bitch she gon eat

[Chorus]
You got the sauce like a old dude
Oh that's your bitch, she is old news
Please put your mind on the pack what I told you
I put this drank in my soda
It ain't no shit I ain't mofucking show you
Stay in the pack until that nigga expose you
I had to be where I'm mofucking supposed to
He wanna talk on the gang, we gon blow him
Yall just gonna eat up the swag like it's soul food
I been addicted to soda
Man this shit hit, got me up like a solar
She had the pack but I mofucking stole it
We go to war had the mofuckers floating

[Verse 2]
Let's go, you holding, we notice
We'll take you pack but that's bogus
Yeah, we bogus
She in my pocket like token
Why you so serious, we be joking
Get off my phone with that hoe shit
Ain't got time for not broke shit
I be so hot nigga know I'm toting
How you got no bread but you loafing
Stay in the cut unless a lil nigga folding
I got Balenciaga, you ain't notice
Walk around on the block, I'm patrolling
He said he gang but we do not know him
He had a Glock but he frozen
I do a hit then I hop in the focus
Push the pedal now we golden

[Chorus]
You got the sauce like a old dude
Oh that's your bitch, she is old news
Please put your mind on the pack what I told you
I put this drank in my soda
It ain't no shit I ain't mofucking show you
Stay in the pack until that nigga expose you
I had to be where I'm mofucking supposed to
He wanna talk on the gang, we gon blow him
Yall just gonna eat up the swag like it's soul food
I been addicted to soda
Man this shit hit, got me up like a solar
She had the pack but I mofucking stole it
We go to war had the mofuckers floating
(Cool on the beat boy)