[Intro]
Woah, woah
Huh?

[Chorus]
She wanna take my soul
I told the bitch to go
I'm busy on the road
She wanna take my soul
She wanna take my soul
She wanna take my soul
Told that bitch hell no
Told that bitch to go
No I don't do no snow
Drugs they got me floating
Yeah this blunt so potent
You should already know
Rhyming yeah just like a poem

[Verse]
I'm on a paper route, yeah, RIP Dolph
Yeah they all talk but they never back it up
They be talking shit but they never back it up
Oh my god, that ass fat she back it up
Look at me I just ran up all thes bucks
Look up at these clothes I'm rockin' designer stuff
And I rock designer cause I got me a bag
You tryna be like us and you goin' out sad
Yeah on all my opps I flex
Why I do that shit? Cause it makes them upset
Fasho we got Tec's
Yeah one to the head
Yeah one now he dead
Sippin' on this drank for my meds
And it's forever fuck the feds, yeah
Free Ryan fuck the feds
I pop percs like they pez
Don't care what anyone says
I don't got time for tricks
Yeah that hoe want sex
I don't care yeah if I'm up next
I only really care about that check
[Chorus]
She wanna take my soul
I told the bitch to go
I'm busy on the road
She wanna take my soul
She wanna take my soul
She wanna take my soul
Told that bitch hell no
Told that bitch to go
No I don't do no snow
Drugs they got me floating
Yeah this blunt so potent
You should already know
Rhyming yeah just like a poem

[Outro]
Yeah, ha
Woah, woah, woah