So Tho'd
Yeah, yeah yeah
I'm from the Nawf, that shit so cold, just like the Pole, I'm screaming Brrr
I came a long way from last year, I'm in my zone, I'm in third gear
Don't bring no hoe shit over here
I lost it all and got it back all on my own, I ain't got no fear
Granny died and after that, it's kinda hard to drop a tear
Oh, boy
T-T-They fuckin' with the boy, she don't fuck with ol' boy
She seen my juice like "oh, boy"
Still a Carver Boy, I go harder, boy
Don't need no gang, don't need no partner, boy, I been a shotta boy
I don't even know that dude, we ain't never been that cool
You chose your side, you made your decision
Lately, it been feeling like my heart missing
Gazing at a star, found myself wishing
I pull up on your ass about all that dissing
I know she a freak, so we don't do no kissing
Chop-chop, scooting up to your block
I'm a rude boy, I ain't even gon' knock
Nigga talkin' down, hit the block and spin it
Keep it on the low, but you can tell we winning
I told his ass 100 times that I ain't wit it
I just want the paper, shawty, no, I ain't tryna be rude, but I gotta get it
If you help me get it, you can help me spend it
She wanna fuck with me, she gotta pay the fee
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm from the Nawf, that shit so cold, just like the Pole, I'm screaming Brrr
I came a long way from last year, I'm in my zone, I'm in third gear
Don't bring no hoe shit over here
I lost it all and got it back all on my own, I ain't got no fear
Granny died and after that, it's kinda hard to drop a tear
Oh, boy
T-T-They fuckin' with the boy, she don't fuck with ol' boy
She seen my juice like "oh, boy"
Still a Carver Boy, I go harder, boy
Don't need no gang, don't need no partner, boy, I been a shotta boy
I don't even know that dude, we ain't never been that cool
You chose your side, you made your decision
Lately, it been feeling like my heart missing
Gazing at a star, found myself wishing
I pull up on your ass about all that dissing
I know she a freak, so we don't do no kissing
Chop-chop, scooting up to your block
I'm a rude boy, I ain't even gon' knock
Nigga talkin' down, hit the block and spin it
Keep it on the low, but you can tell we winning
I told his ass 100 times that I ain't wit it
I just want the paper, shawty, no, I ain't tryna be rude, but I gotta get it
If you help me get it, you can help me spend it
She wanna fuck with me, she gotta pay the fee
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
I'm so tho'd, tho'd
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Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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