[Intro]
(I miss you, Bryce)
(Ayy, Woods, light that shit up)
[Chorus: SoFaygo]
Nigga, get back, you play with this side, you know that we moving like that
And I get the bag, I'm so in love with this shit, I'ma play with the racks
My blunt full of OG gas bag, you know that I'm smoking the thrax
I'm texting this ho and she think I'ma wife, but I already know she a gnat
Run down on your bitch, pass her back to you
We won't even get into that, when I hit her back, and she sing hallelujah
And my woadie gon' send a pack like a quarterback, gonna catch it like Julio
And she say that she love me, like really though, my bank account got them O's like cheerios
[Verse 1: SoFaygo]
I really hope you don't fold on me, hope you don't fold on me
This shit gеt old to me, this shit get old to me
And thеn she get old to me
Gas bag, got a load on me
Why you tryna put a hold on me?
You know that we going too deep
You know that we going too deep
Woah, woah, stop that (Okay)
Woah, woah, stop that shit
Balling on niggas, I'm feeling like Vick
And I spend about two racks all on my kicks
He stepped on my troops and he's gonna get hit
That lil' boy can't see me, I'm moving in reach
I'm so geeked out my mind when I'm making these hits
[Chorus: SoFaygo]
Nigga, get back, you play with this side, you know that we moving like that
And I get the bag, I'm so in love with this shit, I'ma play with the racks
My blunt full of OG gas bag, you know that I'm smoking the thrax
I'm texting this ho and she think I'ma wife, but I already know she a gnat
Run down on your bitch, pass her back to you
We won't even get into that, when I hit her back, and she sing hallelujah
And my woadie gon' send a pack like a quarterback, gonna catch it like Julio
And she say that she love me, like really though, my bank account got them O's like cheerios
[Verse 2: Guwop Reign]
Oh, that girl geeked up out her mind
She got a whole new type of design
Please don't try, I won't reply
Swear she love when I play with her spine
Girl, I could put you in Chanel
Beat it at the hotel
Look at me, you can tell
Oh my, I don't got that type of time
Might get the Rollie but it won't tell time
I need a bougie bitch all in my life
Hold me down and know your rights
Fifty round drum, we don't fight
Glock-19 with glow-up sights
Hell nah, this ain't no Gen 4, bitch, we shooting Gen 5
[Chorus: SoFaygo]
Nigga, get back, you play with this side, you know that we moving like that
And I get the bag, I'm so in love with this shit, I'ma play with the racks
My blunt full of OG gas bag, you know that I'm smoking the thrax
I'm texting this ho and she think I'ma wife, but I already know she a gnat
Run down on your bitch, pass her back to you
We won't even get into that, when I hit her back, and she sing hallelujah
And my woadie gon' send a pack like a quarterback, gonna catch it like Julio
And she say that she love me, like really though, my bank account got them O's like cheerios
