Socks on Jupiter

Lyrics

[Intro] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) Yeah, huh Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, ayy Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout? These niggas sound dumb as hell Ayy I ain't gon' lie, I'm feelin' good in this bitch Just got my motherfuckin' socks blew to motherfuckin' Jupiter No cap Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, ayy [Verse] I be hoeing these hoes, I'm only nice to my bitches Ass soft, light-skinned, must be nice, Lyfe Jennings I don't know, but I think all these niggas hoes but my niggas I'm with two opp bitches, woke up with my socks missing I don't fuck with these rappers, they all dick riders Got her outside on her knees like she pick cotton Bro just dropped a nigga off like a Lyft driver Put the 'Wood to his ass like a bench rider I keep tryna cut this bitch off, but her shit fire Fuck around and smack your soft ass, leave your shit wired You been temptin' me so long like you tryna get hired I blew up all over the web like a big spider Still'll wipe you with that throwaway like a shit diaper Gotta keep the pole on, know they dislike us Bitch, I got a roll on, I'm a Big Tymer I'm addicted to the fraud, nigga, R.I.P. Tyler Got her gettin' gift cards, slidin' in Meijers Her head two thumbs up like a hitchhiker Man, my bitch so spoiled like she expired All my niggas drug dealers, killers, and swipers Yeah, check, yeah Could care less 'bout who my ex hittin' I ain't the one that love that bitch, go tell her next nigga Please stop braggin' 'bout these hoes I regret hittin' G got twenty on him now, don't get smacked with it Yes, nigga, I got bad bitches, you a yes-nigga When I say I'm layin' with that ratchet, I'm not Netflixin' 'Net spendin', got a fake face like I'm catfishin' Dog, I can't stand your bitch, but her neck different Gave your lame ass a shot, tried to bless niggas Bad business, can't do shit right like you left-handed Hit you with that T9, not no text, nigga Got a body on the pole like electricians Pussy niggas tattle talin', I can't text niggas Can have the hook on my line, dog, I ain't fishin' They be actin' like they got me in they best interest But prayin' on my downfall, I got death wishes Yeah, I know many man R.I.P. Roo, Rez, and Jeff, can't wait 'til we meet again And I couldn't even get a chance 'til I showed her fifty bands Now she rubbin' on my dick, thought it was a Pringles can Now when I look back at it like a Trina jam Niggas ain't believe the plan, now they wanna be my friend Throwin' dough in the air like a pizza man High as hell, got a bale with me like I'm Peter Pan, nigga, yeah [Outro] Ayy High as hell, got a bale with me like I'm Peter Pan, nigga That shit gon' fly over they head Yeah