SOBS lyrics

[Intro]
I goddamn (Haha, n*ggas crazy)
You know a motherf*cker got that new Chrome
After I f*ck that b*tch she give me a chain (I'm with yo—, yeah)
If you scared, get the f*ck (I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man, n*gga, what?)

[Chorus]
After I f*ck that b*tch, she give me the chain (What? Eugh), b*tch
After I f*ck that b*tch, she give me the chain (Oh my f*cking God, let's go)
After I f*ck that b*tch, she give me the chain (n*gga, what? What?)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (f*cked on a fan, I f*cked on a fan)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (It's crazy, crazy as hell)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (Say what? It's trim)

[Verse 1]
I just rocked my show (TerRio)
I just rocked out my show, then went and f*cked on a ho (I'm tellin' ya)
You too mad, back off me
Look at my teeth, it's gold (Trim)
Hollow tips hit his chest (What?) with an AK, with a scope (Boaw)
We just might take that boy hat (Say what?)
Chrome Hearts my motherf*ckin' necklace, I got Chrome (I got some Chrome Hearts, sh*t)
Bad b*tch givin' me head, givin' me dome (She give me head)
Gothic b*tch give me head, give dome (I got a gothic b*tch)
I got a bad b*tch mad, she blockin' my phone (What?)
I got so much drip, I can't even fit it in my suitcase (TerRio, TerRio, TerRio, TerRio)
Got a new bag, JPG, it's my birthday (TerRio, TerRio, TerRio, TerRio)
She wanna give me head every day like it's my birthday (What? b*tch)
Nah, for real, I'm trim, I done got my bag the worst way (Let's go)
In New York, yeah, I'm with the Fives, yeah, the Blood way (Blatt)
I'm YSL, yeah, I got ties, yeah, the slime way (Slatt)
I'm YSL, yeah, I got ties, yeah, the slime way (Slatt)
[Chorus]
After I f*ck that b*tch she give me the chain (n*gga, what? What?)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (f*cked on a fan, I f*cked on a fan)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (It's crazy, crazy as hell, TerRio)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (Overly, say what? It's trim)
After I f*ck that b*tch she give me a chain (n*gga, what? What?)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (f*cked on a fan, I f*cked on a fan)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (It's crazy, crazy as hell, TerRio)
I just f*cked on a fan, that pus*y insane (Overly, say what? It's trim)

[Verse 2]
You better get your ho 'fore I f*ck that b*tch in Woodland Hills (Get your b*tch)
You better get your ho 'fore I f*ck that b*tch, take her up that hill (Better get that b*tch)
I got these racks on me, got these racks on me, got these racks, for real (Ra-ra-racks)
I got these racks on me, I just rocked out the show, sold out, for real (Ra-ra-racks)
Rapper n*gga on the phone (Haha, n*ggas crazy), he just wanna be my friend (What? I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man)
I'll take your b*tch, make her do my dance (Say what?)
I'm in this b*tch trim, I got a whole lotta bags (Overly, overly, overly)
Outside in that black truck, I just signed a hand (Overly, overly, overly)
Outside in that black truck, I just signed a hand (Overly, overly, overly)
Outside in that black truck, these n*ggas know I'm the man (Know I'm the man)
First show, this b*tch sold out, n*gga ass know I ain't playin' (And what?)
First show, this sh*t sold out, n*gga ass know I ain't playin' (What?)

[Outro]
Yeah (Yeah)
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, b*tch? (b*tch) Woah (Overly, overly)
If you scared get the f*ck, blitt (Overly, overly), slatt, slatt (Overly)
Don't pull my f*ckin' chain, n*gga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?