Too Soft

Let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's

I just made some racks from out the Westin, with my boo

I just threw some racks from out the back and out the coupe

They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true

But we doin' fine ****, how 'bout you?

Uh, I got Gucci shoes, yeah

Baguettes on 'em, too, yeah

What's that in your booster, it's a .22

Yeah, he did it, but there ain't no proof

D.O. prints up on me, too

Off-White prints up on me, too

Hermès links up on his jewels

Play it safe, don't play it cool

You might sink up in this pool

All these bitches on the wave now

I don't know what to do

So much chains just like a slave

How? How'd he finish school?

Change of weather like I'm May

Wow, hunnies in the booth

Most my **** shoot

Ahh, they'll shoot ya

You ain't sick, you too soft

Flick of the wrist, then poof, gone

Party with this tool on

Sales like he got coupons

Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song

See, I just met a chill lil bitch when she had hoops on

And see, I just 'graded a chill lil bitch, now she got Loubs on

Mama ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on

Dior on my shoe tongue

Give a fuck what you done

Only brought like 30 on me and that's it

Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit, nah

My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit

You **** ain't dangerous, nah

**** ain't stained shit, nah

Yeah, these **** ain't stained shit, uh

Bro got a Glock with a dick now

Please do not put up a fit, but

Beam jawn thirty clips, uh

Tell me now, how could I miss now

Hollows knock his shit off

Sellin' hard like croutons

Cro slide back like moonwalk

And I'm smoking moon rock

Roll on the block with a new Glock

Who the fuck are these new opps?

Move like Houdini, poof, gone

Rub her like genie, cool off

That lil' boy movin' too soft

Throw 'em in the back of a Cruiser

I don't want your love if it's fake love

We been gettin' to the paper

Fuck them investigators

I ain't tryna pay her

In New York, like a Ranger

Acoustic like her Angel, her favorite entertainer

I might just fuck the place up

Put the bands up in the safe, uh

Most my **** shoot, ah

They'll shoot ya

You ain't sick, you too soft

Flick of the wrist, then poof, gone

Party with this tool on

Sales like he got coupons

Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song

See, I just met a chill lil bitch when she had hoops on

And see, I just 'graded a chill lil bitch, now she got Loubs on

Mama ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on

Dior on my shoe tongue

Give a fuck what you done

Only brought like 30 on me and that's it

Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit, nah

My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit

You **** ain't dangerous, nah

**** ain't stained shit, nah

You **** ain't stained shit

You **** ain't dangerous