Never Fold

[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