Soupy Prof (Ft. Cozz)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I stay away from po-po
Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke
Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
I’m turning ‘to a logo
Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no-joke
Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
I’m turning ‘to a logo

[Verse 1: Prof]
Check deposited
I’m so good God with it
Prof a consummate
Don’t sell me that plane if it don’t come with bombs in it
Maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle
I’m smoking a nugget
Ayee ow, sorry I’m thinking out loud
They thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout
I have a different account, like thеm leaving missing a mouth
Bro got a gat with a gas mask on it
Think about the fact you could pass that chronic
Talking matter fact, lеt a rat get punched
I’m the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon’ it
That’s that black Cadillac, demonic
Pack that fat ass sat tectonic
Rappers in my city be soft as porcelain
Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman
You only know me by music
You don’t know me, you stupid
Put on your shoes and run to a conclusion