Lyrics Soopuhfishuhl - Ace Fresco

I don't gotta talk and keep my business under tables huh
Why can't we just fuck without the drama or the labels huh
When I had some waves it had me spinning like dreidel huh

Then I grew my hair out
Had me pulling out the chair
On all these bitches who was used to me when I would rock the one cut
Sophomore year I finally copped my first pair of ones but
Whoever said shoes don't make the man was smoking crack or something
First time in some jordans had me feeling like I'm Jordan
In the morning I wake up and first thing I see is my melanin
Just like how I like my bitches can't forget they feminine
I can't wait till I walk down the street
And they like you that guy
Snap a pic and sign and shirt
Spread the word and tell a friend
Rue twenty-one but a nigga's only twenty hey
I'm just trynna cop a graphic tee and get some cuddy hey
Wells Fargo said my account was looking funny hey
Way I'm dropping paper it's like a strip club throwing money hey
Lax bro you can't talk to me without your boathouse
That hoe said she's quiet but we know her throat loud
Backroads had me fucking up all of my rims
My lil whip is named Omertà
Cause I treat her like a ghost now
I remember taking stuff that momma said as jokes how
All black folk ain't kinfolk look I'm woke now
It be your own people who be evil in the slump
A desert eagle for the pump
Don't make you tough unless you tough with it
Granddad was in Rochester mobbing in these streets
I'm trynna take a road trip to go inherit that
Check in while in Durham you a stranger where's your merit at
I been putting in work all on the edge Myles Garret bitch
Swerving all these hoes
I can't even take them serious
With all that makeup on
I know a catfish from experience
I heard your father wasn't around
That shit is tragic
But don't go calling me daddy
Fuck around and I'll let you have it hoe
Bnb business
Need a home away from home
I need a boat that's full of baddies
A ferry of pheromones
Only dimes
I be losing all the pennies in the crack
And if you act like you a dub
Then I'll get petty on a track
Look I get metta with a mac
I remember when I shot my first gun
Man that kickback had me loose with it
Almost dropped that shit
Would've turned to a statistic
Myself versus I
That's some black on black crime
Ask me why this demon time
But momma raised an angel
Grew up watching Ocho Cinco
But won't fucking with the Bengals
Let me flip the other channel
Watch some jungle fury rangers
As long as it kept me focused
And kept me out of the danger
Don't need no one pointing fingers
The point is producing bangers
Is pointless if you ain't patient
I'd probably give up this rapping
But rapping gave me this passion
I'm superficial as fuck
But this surface-level type bragging
If I was to drive the boat
I'd probably get lost in traffic