Soupy (with Cozz)

Yeah, I stay away from po-po
 Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
 Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
 Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
 I'm turning 'to a logo
 No joke
 Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
 Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
 Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
 I'm turning 'to a logo
 Check deposited
 I'm so good God with it
 Prof a consummate
 Don't sell me that plane if it don't come with bombs in it
 Maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle
 I'm smoking a nugget
 Ayee ow, sorry I'm thinking out loud
 They thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout
 I have a different account, like them leaving missing a mouth
 Bro got a gat with a gas mask on it
 Think about the fact you could pass that chronic
 Talking matter fact, let a rat get punched
 I'm the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon' it
 That's that black Cadillac, demonic
 Pack that fat ass sat tectonic
 Rappers in my city be soft as porcelain
 Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman
 You only know me by music
 You don't know me, you stupid
 Put on your shoes and run to a conclusion
 Yeah, I stay away from po-po
 Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
 Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
 Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
 I'm turning 'to a logo
 No joke
 Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
 Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
 Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
 I'm turning 'to a logo
 Aye if it ain't thick, I don't touch it
 That goes for the knots in my pockets
 And the booties on the thots that I thought about
 Shh, quiet
 Y'all know what I'm saying, it's simple and it's plain
 I ain't really gotta talk about nothing, it's all in the vibe
 It can't be denied, fuck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine
 Got the keys to the sky, Cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly
 He don't need a stylist but he need a ride
 Cuz he drinks Ciroc, and he'll leave his keys in his wallet along
 With his mind, C-O-Z-Z he wylin'
 But we all know this ain't my first time though
 Is it my second or the third time? No
 Might be a little crazy but I earned my dough
 So don't tell me shit, it really irks my soul
 Damn Cody mac, please calm down
 You know you got plaques, you know you got racks
 You even got songs with Cole now
 You should probably be more mature now
 See the problem is the more you tell me not to do something
 Is when I really want to go and do some more now
 So keep this shit between my brothers
 And if they talking to the cops, then it's fuck 'em
 Yeah, I stay away from po-po
 Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
 Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
 Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
 I'm turning 'to a logo
 No joke
 Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
 Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
 Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
 I'm turning 'to a logo