This is my soul, son, oh, and a no, and fucking with the old bus You gon' get fucked over, worries and wrong thoughts These old luchy souls, son, hit on with that coin, bro Now that was fucked over, they do it all for soul Son, you wasn't making no noise, y'all know I'm a grown boy Your clip full of broke words, God, y'all some wrong words God, y'all some wrong words, we GP, he dope us We got lots of dope on this glass