Trip To Soho

Cel Yop, told gang to slide down, it's time to take over We done spent a hunnid times, chop gave his ass a makeover He said he tryna cop now, I made him wait for it I just ran into your bitch, she don't know she gotta pay for it Nonchalant, but I'm still fuckin' bitches Don't even pull up on the, F*CK! Don't even pull up on the gang, you ain't leavin' with no stitches I was broke, now I'm up, don't even call it rag to riches Yop Bro tried to be the stand up and he got sat down Heard he moved out of state, don't let me catch you if I touch down Bitches goin' easy, cause I got them racks now Bro spoke Kell grabbed the Glock and cropped him out the background Niggas chattin', we gon' cut em out the frame I ain't duckin' from no nigga, if you try, you gettin' flamed Truffle butter got me higher than a plane You was talkin' last time, that's why your bitch got banged Niggas hoes, they be actin' like they with it Said I'm Said I'm cappin' in my rap, pull up on me, come and get it Why the beat keep? F*ck If I call my bro to slide, he poppin' out with 9mm You niggas be chattin, alright I ain't ask for handouts, I go and get it Getting pape every day, I'm touchin' too much chicken All these bitches shakin' ass, the beat groovy You can have that lil' bitch, I ain't beefin' over coochie Three-Five of pink runtz, you smoking doobies Bro mad, I hit his bitch and gave her pipe, Mr. Rooter Yo bitch dumb, but jump on cock like a pogo I done seen a bad bitch in realized it was bro hoe When I get rich, I'm takin' strips out to Soho She keep askin' for my bread, told her, baby, that's a no-no