(Verse 1 “Soul Op”)

Full throttle on that bitch with the cuffs

Say you talking to that bitch, what the fuck

She be walking like a jit, like a stud

Don’t worry, don’t slip, i dont judge

I’ve thinkin’ bout some ish, i’ve been stuck

Throwbackin’ to the one time i loved

Be thinkin like Steve in the front

Nailed bat, nailed her all while hushed

No cappin, im so stiff

I can never respond, i know this

Wish its Thanksgiving serving the grits

Just like thanksgiving, praying for gifts

I ain’t never just walked to the store

I was just eating ritz in the crib

It take some strength when you walk through the snow

Cause them snowbunnies act like they it

Don’t be lazy that shit gonna kill you

That shit stabbin’ me as I speak

Say she feelin’ me, bitch I don’t feel you

Don’t talk to me, my energy stink

I mean I knew, that she knew, I was cool

But my mind, it was always leavin’

I was so low, needed to step on a stool

But got too high, and I ended up freezin’

(Hook: Soul Op)

Every time I move fast, thinking it was us

Still standin’, still countin, cause its tough

Don’t really care, cause she don’t probably give a fuck about it

I put my V on Yeat so it become a big body

I put on Ruby n $crim, so they could see some fuckin’ bodies

Done with the Jarritos, the bros flippin, spinnin’ bottles

In the auto, all the workers lookin’ like an Otto

(Verse 2: Soul Op)

Told me “buy some dunks”, actin’ like I won the lotto

I was out there in and trappin’ out in Bordeaux

Told me I was goin’ too fast, I ain't bored tho

They got me going through some shit like a dildo

Ion know why the fuck you ain't paid your bills tho

Ion know why the fuck you ain't

She addicted to coke and that paraphernalia

Like ABOHS, I ain't that FAMILIAR

(I ain't that FAMILIAR)

(Verse 3: Soul Op)

It’s always so hard, you never how much its hard

You’ll never know how much the bars (is)

Won’t put you on that bitch, she a narcissist

Sometimes I just be feelin nauseous, but i’m too clingy that’s probably why

Just dreams and shit having to buy, But its not too early to say bye

(Hook: Soul Op)

Every time I move fast, thinking it was us

Still standin’, still countin, cause its tough

Don’t really care, cause she don’t probably give a fuck about it

I put my V on yeat so it become a big body

I put on Ruby n $crim, so they could see some fuckin’ bodies

Done with the Jarritos, the bros flippin, spinnin’ bottles

In the auto, all the workers lookin’ like an Otto