Lyrics Soil - Wst. Taylor

I sit low while sip slow when I drive slow
Connecting the bluetooth to my iPhone
Rather be rich than be well known
Mr. Can't Act Right gettin right to that right dough
You do things for the show
I'm on ten toes and always on the go
There's moves to be made, aight fasho
Feeling aroused like a dick in her throat
Enlarge as my shit grow
Took my soul now I'm back on the road
Can't understand the dialogue you hear cuz we speak in code
Still heating up ramon over the stove

I came from a different type of soil
Where we handle life when it's turmoil
Gotta pick a side and stay loyal
Face look familiar but they don't know you

Yea im a bus catcha, I drove buckets and I drove foreigns
I fuck ratchets and I fuck foreigns
Puma collab with the beamer is what I'm sporting
My cup is no where near full so keep pouring
Got that work in my jeans have a bitch fall in love
Got that work in my jeans when I'm in the slums
Pigs running down this work like what did I dispose of
Social media got yall expose
You can see character how a muthafucka pose
Cracked concrete you can see the red drip off the rose
I'm really outside with my back against the wall
3 opps whips pulled up, guns drawn
Bro got a easy fit with the glock like a slip on
Homie behind me like a number on the back of a jersey
Giving me a play by play like I'm runnin wit Jack Murphy
Tell my niggas don't worry

I come from a different type of soil
Where we handle life when it's turmoil
Gotta pick a side and stay loyal
Face look familiar but they don't know you
I come from a different type of soil
Where we handle life when it's turmoil
Gotta pick a side and stay loyal
Face look familiar but they don't know you