Soul Food

Lyrics

[Chorus] Cool on the beat boy You got the sauce like a old dude Oh that's your bitch, she is old news Please put your mind on the pack what I told you I put this drank in my soda It ain't no shit I ain't mofucking show you Stay in the pack until that nigga expose you I had to be where I'm mofucking supposed to He wanna talk on the gang, we gon blow him Yall just gonna eat up the swag like it's soul food I been addicted to soda Man this shit hit, got me up like a solar She had the pack but I mofucking stole it We go to war had the mofuckers floating [Verse 1] What, who on the phone Yeah, I don't know you Stacks on deck like I'm Soulja I'm off the meds so I'm floating Her ass so fat and I notice I slimе a nigga out, Nickelodeon You get distractеd, you not focusing She got my back nigga why she holding it She so defensive with me I be defending my lean Always be high, I'm sitting in the tree Fucking this bitch in the sheets Fucking this bitch and I made that hoe leave You'll get the pack in the mail in a week I took a trip like let's go overseas You cannot front on my bitch she gon eat [Chorus] You got the sauce like a old dude Oh that's your bitch, she is old news Please put your mind on the pack what I told you I put this drank in my soda It ain't no shit I ain't mofucking show you Stay in the pack until that nigga expose you I had to be where I'm mofucking supposed to He wanna talk on the gang, we gon blow him Yall just gonna eat up the swag like it's soul food I been addicted to soda Man this shit hit, got me up like a solar She had the pack but I mofucking stole it We go to war had the mofuckers floating [Verse 2] Let's go, you holding, we notice We'll take you pack but that's bogus Yeah, we bogus She in my pocket like token Why you so serious, we be joking Get off my phone with that hoe shit Ain't got time for not broke shit I be so hot nigga know I'm toting How you got no bread but you loafing Stay in the cut unless a lil nigga folding I got Balenciaga, you ain't notice Walk around on the block, I'm patrolling He said he gang but we do not know him He had a Glock but he frozen I do a hit then I hop in the focus Push the pedal now we golden [Chorus] You got the sauce like a old dude Oh that's your bitch, she is old news Please put your mind on the pack what I told you I put this drank in my soda It ain't no shit I ain't mofucking show you Stay in the pack until that nigga expose you I had to be where I'm mofucking supposed to He wanna talk on the gang, we gon blow him Yall just gonna eat up the swag like it's soul food I been addicted to soda Man this shit hit, got me up like a solar She had the pack but I mofucking stole it We go to war had the mofuckers floating (Cool on the beat boy)