Too Soft

Yeah, let's go, let's go (huh)
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, uh
Let's go, let's

I just made some racks from out the Westin with my boo, uh
I just threw some racks from out the 
Backing out the coupe, uh
They just put some racks up on my best friend and his troupe
But we doing fine, nigga how 'bout you, uh?
I got Gucci shoes (yeah)
Baguettes on 'em too (yeah)
Bust a head in your booster with some .22
Yeah he did it but ain't no proof
Dior prints up on me too 
Off-white prints up on me too
Hermes links up on these jewels
Play it safe, don't play it cool
You might sink up in this pool
All these bitches on our wave now
I don't know what to do
So much change it's like a slave how?
I needa finish school
Change the weather like I'm May
Wild hundreds in the booth, uh

Most of my niggas shoot (ah), they a shoot ya
You ain't sick you too soft
Flick of the wrist then poof gone
Party with his tool on
Sales like he got coupons
Up it then I just hit the booth
And I go make a new song

See I just met a true lil' bitch but she had hoops on
Honestly I just spread the truth lil' bitch, now she got Loubs on
Mama ain't raised no fool, don't make no moves until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue, give a fuck what you on
Bro, only brought like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, they can't even fit, nah
My brother like van Gogh and all he do is paint shit, uh
You niggas ain't dangerous, nah 
You niggas ain't stain shit, nah 

Yo you niggas ain't stain shit, uh
Bro got a Glock with a dip now 
He do not put a fit but beam jawn .30 clip, uh
Tell me now how could I miss now?
Hollows knock your shit off, selling hard like croutons
Crushed that bag like moon walk
And I'm smoking moon rock 
Bro 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 moving too soft
Throw him in the back of a cruiser
I don't want you 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 an angel, her favorite entertainer
I might just fuck the place up, put the bands up in the savings

Most of my niggas shoot (ah), they a shoot ya
You ain't sick you too soft
Flick of the wrist then poof gone
Party with his tool on
Sales like he got coupons
Up it then I just hit the booth
And I go make a new song

See I just met a true lil' bitch but she had hoops on
Honestly I just spread the truth lil' bitch, now she got Loubs on
Mama ain't raised no fool, don't make no moves until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue, give a fuck what you on
Bro, only brought like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, they can't even fit, nah
My brother like van Gogh and all he do is paint shit, uh
You niggas ain't dangerous, nah 
You niggas ain't stain shit, nah 

Uh, uh, you niggas ain't stain shit
Uh, you niggas ain't dangerous