For the Soul

Aye, On the block with the bros, and we don't give a fuck nigga anything goes
That lil bitch she a hoe, soon as I came to the crib she was touching her toes

Shorty trying go low, when I'm in Detroit hit up YN Jay for the bows
Brodie said "what you gon do when you make it?" I told em I don't even know

I don't even know
We catch a opp, eenie minie moe
Bad lil thot where you tryna go? I'm just tryna take you to the store
The I'm tryna fuck you on the floor, Drippy Dri everybody knows
If you on the team I want you to grow, if you got a dream the ambition gonna show

Brodie said roll up that gas, i get high to forget about the past
I might just go do the dash, when I'm on the E-way I got fast
Bro made the pack touchdown so quick I almost thought that nigga was the flash
They call me Yung Drippy Dri from the 978 and I'm running to the cash (yeah)
Why these niggas mad?
I just want a bag
Shoutout to my dad, Brodie pull up in a jag
I was down bad, I was really living sad
She wanna fuck wit me cause she know I could get her some shit she never had



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Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
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