[Intro: SoFaygo]
Yeah-hah, yeah-hah
Yeah-hah, yeah-hah, yeah-hah
Yeah-hah, yeah-hah, yeah-hah (Ooh)
Yeah-hah, yeah-hah
[Verse 1: SoFaygo]
Toolie go stupid, aye yeah
Tell that bitch i ain't cupid
Talkin' down, you get muted
You got a gun, but won't use it
Flexin' it but ain't shoot shit
N****s need to stop the cap
When i walk in, yeah, you know it's a wrap
Got on designer, lil boy do the math
N****s be broke and it makin' me laugh
Man, at least I'm gettin' right with my craft
Say you get money son, show me where at
Said you get money, so show me where at
Do you think I really believе in cap?
I sit alone man, smoking on pack
Juggin' that boy and he can't get it back
Shawty think that I'm fallin’ for hеr trap
[Chorus: Fly Guy P]
Shawty on my line, tryna waste my time
I can't get it back
I been on my grind, killin' every single rhyme
With ‘em in my path
Shawty might need a dime, but she actin' like a dub
And we gotta subtract
Take what you got, I don't care who you are, you can't get it back (Nah)
[Verse 2: Fly Guy P]
Shawty, we used to be so cool (We used to be so cool)
But I had to power up like Goku (Like Goku)
Remember the nights, used to hold you (Used to hold you)
Now it feel like I don't even know you (Feel like I don't even know you)
I keep a band or two in my pocket, If they rushin' up I keep a rocket
T-t-talkin' that flex, I suggest you watch it
Don't rock with these goofies, It's bad for my conscious (I go [?] on this green]
Cuz' all of these hunnits is making me nauseous, I'm stackin' this guap till' I'm goin' unconscious
I catch me a lick, I run off the profit
40 yard with the pack feel like Chris John-son
Pop him in the head he dead no po-ssum
She vibing with me she thinking I’m awe-some
Burberry Jag skert off think I lost ‘em
[Chorus: Fly Guy P]
Shawty on my line, tryna waste my time
I can't get it back
I been on my grind, killin' every single rhyme
With ‘em in my path
Shawty might need a dime, but she actin' like a dub
And we gotta subtract
Take what you got, I don't care who you are, you can't get it back (Nah)
Shawty on my line, tryna waste my time
I can't get it back
I been on my grind, killin' every single rhyme
With ‘em in my path
Shawty might need a dime, but she actin' like a dub
And we gotta subtract
Take what you got, I don't care who you are, you can't get it back (Nah)
[Verse 3: Fly Guy P]
Faygo, my bad I’m rapping too slow, I ain't used to that (I can stay true to that)
I ain't comfortable till' my pockets fat (I'm tryna stack it about, say, a hunnid stacks)
Look at my closet, that's where I keep truey at
Look at the belt, that's where I keep the toolie at
He ain't gonna top, cause I'm blew it back
He said we know him, but I was like, "Who is that?"
He want his baby back, no, he can't get it back
No, no, no
No, he can't get it back
[Outro]
Said you get money, so show me where at
Do you think I really believe in cap?
I sit alone man, I’m smoking on pack
Juggin' that boy and he can't get it back
Shawty think that I'm fallin’ for her trap
Shawty on my line, tryna waste my time
I can't get it back
I been on my grind, killin' every single rhyme
When I'm in my pack
Shawty might need a dime, but she actin' like a dub
Then we gotta subtract
Take what you got, I don't care who you are, you can't get it back
