SOARIN
(Underworld)
I'm goin' insane
Every time, you ask the same story (same story, yup)
Every time, I tell the same story (it's the same story, yup)
I been cashin' out all these stores (in all these stores, yup)
I been fuckin' off on all these whores (all these whores, ah)
Bein' better than niggas is gettin' so borin' (shit gettin' borin', ah)
Oh, yeah, all of these niggas, they tellin' the same story (tellin' the same story)
Yeah, I'm gettin' fucked up, I'm outside, and I'm tourin' (and I'm tourin')
Yeah, I don't even get fly no more
Shawty, look, I'm soarin' (yeah, I'm soarin')
Huh, yeah, X every single day (uh)
Plug, checkin' the mail (uh), plug, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Got a bomb on the way (uh)
Finna put that bitch on the scale (uh), huh, yeah
Yeah (yeah), we still makin' plays (uh)
We don't even do no layups (uh), no, yeah
Yeah (yeah), we put the racks in the safe (uh)
We stack the shit in layers (uh), shawty
Yeah, I can buy what I want
Used to put this shit on layaway (uh)
Yeah, I'm ballin' real hard
If I shoot this bitch, A fuck nigga fadin' away (uh, shootin' these niggas)
Yeah, I was just eatin' bullshit
And now it's shrimp and steak (uh, shrimp and steak)
I ain't even got no time for a stupid bitch
And I ain't even tryna play (uh)
I'm not a shooter but bet if a fuck nigga play
Then I'ma be grabbin' that K (uh, you know I don't play)
No, I don't bake, but I just be countin' that cake (uh)
That cash, that mo'fuckin' cake (uh)
I got a lot on my plate, catch us a lick with a opp
They put that lil' boy on plate (uh, lot on my plate)
I need a hundred million
Take this shit straight from the top floor
All the way to estates (uh, all the way to estates)
Huh, baby, I'm too fucked up
I'm sippin' like too much drank (uh, too much drank)
I got hoes everywhere in all 50 states (uh)
I got a light skin hoe, yeah, she love when I sing
She say that it sound like Drake (uh, sound like Drake)
I got a dark skin bitch
I sip my drink Chief Keef and let the Glock go, "Bang, bang" (uh)
Baby, it's Opium
Gang, gang, got a bat gang, the same thing (uh, uh, same thing)
All black on my fit, matte black my whip
But I'm slidin' in that thing (uh, uh)
If I see a thick bitch
I'm thinkin' 'bout slidin' in that lil' fat thing (uh, uh)
I be thinkin' 'bout money, clothes and diamonds
Damn, I'm goin' insane (uh, I'm goin' insane)
Every time, you ask the same story (same story, yup)
Every time, I tell the same story (it's the same story, yup)
I been cashin' out all these stores (in all these stores, yup)
I been fuckin' off on all these whores (all these whores, ah)
Bein' better than niggas is gettin' so borin' (shit gettin' borin', ah)
Oh, yeah, all of these niggas
They tellin' the same story (tellin' the same story)
Yeah, I'm gettin' fucked up
I'm outside, and I'm tourin' (and I'm tourin')
Yeah, I don't even get fly no more
Shawty, look, I'm soarin' (yeah, I'm soarin')
I'm goin' insane
Every time, you ask the same story (same story, yup)
Every time, I tell the same story (it's the same story, yup)
I been cashin' out all these stores (in all these stores, yup)
I been fuckin' off on all these whores (all these whores, ah)
Bein' better than niggas is gettin' so borin' (shit gettin' borin', ah)
Oh, yeah, all of these niggas, they tellin' the same story (tellin' the same story)
Yeah, I'm gettin' fucked up, I'm outside, and I'm tourin' (and I'm tourin')
Yeah, I don't even get fly no more
Shawty, look, I'm soarin' (yeah, I'm soarin')
Huh, yeah, X every single day (uh)
Plug, checkin' the mail (uh), plug, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Got a bomb on the way (uh)
Finna put that bitch on the scale (uh), huh, yeah
Yeah (yeah), we still makin' plays (uh)
We don't even do no layups (uh), no, yeah
Yeah (yeah), we put the racks in the safe (uh)
We stack the shit in layers (uh), shawty
Yeah, I can buy what I want
Used to put this shit on layaway (uh)
Yeah, I'm ballin' real hard
If I shoot this bitch, A fuck nigga fadin' away (uh, shootin' these niggas)
Yeah, I was just eatin' bullshit
And now it's shrimp and steak (uh, shrimp and steak)
I ain't even got no time for a stupid bitch
And I ain't even tryna play (uh)
I'm not a shooter but bet if a fuck nigga play
Then I'ma be grabbin' that K (uh, you know I don't play)
No, I don't bake, but I just be countin' that cake (uh)
That cash, that mo'fuckin' cake (uh)
I got a lot on my plate, catch us a lick with a opp
They put that lil' boy on plate (uh, lot on my plate)
I need a hundred million
Take this shit straight from the top floor
All the way to estates (uh, all the way to estates)
Huh, baby, I'm too fucked up
I'm sippin' like too much drank (uh, too much drank)
I got hoes everywhere in all 50 states (uh)
I got a light skin hoe, yeah, she love when I sing
She say that it sound like Drake (uh, sound like Drake)
I got a dark skin bitch
I sip my drink Chief Keef and let the Glock go, "Bang, bang" (uh)
Baby, it's Opium
Gang, gang, got a bat gang, the same thing (uh, uh, same thing)
All black on my fit, matte black my whip
But I'm slidin' in that thing (uh, uh)
If I see a thick bitch
I'm thinkin' 'bout slidin' in that lil' fat thing (uh, uh)
I be thinkin' 'bout money, clothes and diamonds
Damn, I'm goin' insane (uh, I'm goin' insane)
Every time, you ask the same story (same story, yup)
Every time, I tell the same story (it's the same story, yup)
I been cashin' out all these stores (in all these stores, yup)
I been fuckin' off on all these whores (all these whores, ah)
Bein' better than niggas is gettin' so borin' (shit gettin' borin', ah)
Oh, yeah, all of these niggas
They tellin' the same story (tellin' the same story)
Yeah, I'm gettin' fucked up
I'm outside, and I'm tourin' (and I'm tourin')
Yeah, I don't even get fly no more
Shawty, look, I'm soarin' (yeah, I'm soarin')
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Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie Iii
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