Too Soft

Yeah, let's go let's go
 Ah-uh, let's go let's go
 Skipass On The Beat Don't Mute It
 Yeah, yeah, uh let's go, let's
 I just made some racks from out da Weston wit' my boo (uh)
 I just threw some racks from out da back and out da coupe (ohh)
 They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true
 Well, we doin' fine nigga, how 'bout you? (uh)
 I got Gucci shoes (yeah)
 Baguettes on 'em too (yeah)
 What's that in yo' booth, stop
 This a twenty-two
 Yeah, he did dirt but there ain't no proof
 Dior prints up on me too
 Off white prints on me too
 Hermes links up on dese jewels
 Play it safe, don't play it cool
 You might sink up in this pool
 All these bitches on our wave now
 I don't know what to do
 So much has changed, it's like a sleigh
 How I didn't finished school
 Change the weather like a May, wow
 Hunnids in da booth
 Most my niggas shoot, ah yeah
 They'll shoot yah
 You ain't sick, you too soft
 Flick of da wrist and *poof* gone
 Party wit' this tool on
 Sales like he got coupons
 Up and I just hit da booth and I go make a new song
 And see I just met a chill lil' bitch when she had hoops on
 Uh yeah, see I just met a chill lil' bitch, now she got Loubs' on
 Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
 Dior on my shoe tongue
 Give a fuck whatchu on
 Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
 Boy, I shouldn't even wear dese damn jeans, it can't fit (nah)
 My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit (uh)
 You niggas ain't dangerous (nah)
 You niggas ain't stain shit
 Uh, you niggas ain't stain shit (uh)
 Bro got a Glock wit' a dick now
 Please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip (uh)
 Tell me how can I miss now?
 Hollows knock his shit off
 Sellin' hard like croutons
 Cro slide back like moon walk
 And I'm smokin' moon rock
 Bro on da block wit' a new Glock
 Who are the fuck are these new opps?
 Blow like Houdini *poof* gone
 Rub up the genie, cool off
 Dat lil' boy movin' too soft
 Got in the back of a cruiser
 I don't want your love if it's fake love
 We've been gettin' to da paper
 Fuck 'em investigators, I ain't tryna pay her
 In New York like a Ranger
 Acoustic like an angel
 Her favorite entertainer
 I might just fuck da place up
 Put them bands up in a safe, uh
 Most my niggas shoot, ah yeah
 They'll shoot yah
 You ain't sick, you too soft
 Flick of da wrist and *poof* gone
 Party wit' dis tool on
 Sales like he got coupons
 Up and I just hit da booth and I go make a new song
 And see I just met a chill lil' bitch when she had hoops on
 Uh yeah, see I just met a chill lil' bitch, now she got Loubs' on
 Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
 Dior on my shoe tongue
 Give a fuck whatchu on
 Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
 Boy, I shouldn't even wear dese damn jeans, it can't fit (nah)
 My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit (uh)
 You niggas ain't dangerous (nah)
 You niggas ain't stain shit uh
 You niggas ain't stain shit
 You niggas ain't dangerous