Too Soft lyrics

[Intro: NorthsideBenji]
Yeah, let's go let’s go
Ah, uh, let's go let's go, uh
Skipass On The Beat Don’t Mute It
Yeah, uh, let's go let's-

[Verse 1: NorthsideBenji]
I just made some racks from out the Weston wit' my boo, uh
I just threw some racks from out the back and out the coupe, ohhh
They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true
Well, we doin' fine n*gga, how 'bout you? (Uh)
I got Gucci shoes (Yeah)
Baguettes on 'em too (Yeah)
What’s that in yo’ booth, stop
This a twenty-two
Yeah, he did dirt but there 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 b*tches on our wave now
I don't know what to do
So much chains just like a slave, how
I ain't even finished school
Change the weather like a May, wow
Hunnids in the booth, uh
[Chorus: NorthsideBenji]
Most my n*ggas shoot, uh
They'll shoot ya
You ain’t sick, you too soft
Flick of da wrist and poof gone
Party wit' this tool on
Sales like he got coupons, uh
Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh
See I just met a chill lil' b*tch when she had hoops on, uh
See I just 'graded a chill lil' b*tch, now she got Loubs' on
Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue
Give a f*ck whatchu on
Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah)
My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint sh*t, uh
You n*ggas ain't dangerous (Nah)
You n*ggas ain't stain sh*t

[Verse 2: Houdini]
Uh, you n*ggas ain't stain sh*t, uh
Bro got a Glock wit' a di*k now
Please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip, uh
Tell me how can I miss now?
Hollows knock his sh*t off
Sellin' hard like croutons
Cro slide back like moon-walk
And I'm smokin' moon rock
Roll on the block wit' a new Glock
Who are the f*ck are these new opps?
Move like Houdini, poof, gone
Rub it like genie, cool off
That lil' boy movin' too soft
Got in the back of a cruiser
I don't want your love if it's fake love
We've been gettin' to the paper
f*ck 'em investigators
I ain't tryna pay her
In New York like a Ranger
Acoustic like an angel
Her favourite entertainer
I might just f*ck the place up
Put the bands up in a safe, uh
[Chorus: NorthsideBenji]
Most my n*ggas shoot, uh
They'll shoot ya
You ain't sick, you too soft
Flick of da wrist and poof gone
Party wit' this tool on
Sales like he got coupons, uh
Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh
See I just met a chill lil' b*tch when she had hoops on, uh
See I just 'graded a chill lil' b*tch, now she got Loubs' on
Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on
Dior on my shoe tongue
Give a f*ck whatchu on
Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh
Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah)
My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint sh*t, uh
You n*ggas ain't dangerous (Nah)
You n*ggas ain't stain sh*t