Sore

Crossing down the street wondering if we getting home for sure
If she really with it tell her Imma hit it till be sore
Fuck this shit man get with the rapping

Yeah
Don't even really know her but I'm deep in her throat
Hit it till be sore
Told all my homies we be living large till it be so
No money for rent TV is sold flow game be solid
Dripping for sure UOENO
I'm getting blessed like a Pope no time for hope
If you owe me better pay up don't mess with my dough
Don't mess with my music Imma murder for Cole

How you go racing in my track knowing I'm aiming for gold
See me do my shit and you act like you didn't notice
I hid all my secrets from the past it was deep it was sore
Chinx told me they will never tell you how to get rich but don't get broke

Yeah
I'm picky picky like a bachelor it's my time like a seminar
I'm Theo'taban better say it now
Shining hard like a baby now
Can't fuck with my passion when I rap the is tension
Skinny homie starts flexing skinny chick starts twerking
All of my homies they bosses we stay lit like torches
Yall stay still like corpses your flow game is frozen
Neck will be frozen getting neck from Hoes's
How could he say that we thought he's a soulist
Damn right I'm a soulist I reap souls from bodies
Bodied this rap shit wrapped it up then tossed it
Fed all my dawgs's and all of they spouses
Check how I move my style is possessive

How you go racing in my track knowing I'm aiming for gold
See me do my shit and you act like you didn't notice
I hid all my secrets from the past it was deep it was sore
Chinx told me they will never tell you how to get rich but don't get broke



Credits
Writer(s): Theo Masina, Theo'taban
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