S0 S0fT Hi-C (Ft. RockstarCliff)

[Intro: Hi-C]
These lil' boys weird ass fuck, always pillow talk
Boy, you don't make no noise, need to knock it off
They want what I got, they just want my spot
Tue-Tuesday got mirage, hollows, you can die (Fuck you!)
Hi-C, boy, I get guap, married to the mob
Two-tone Porsche, oh my God, pull up like mirage (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)
Fans in the UK, they say I'm calm
When-, when she want some dick, I'm who she call
Hi-C, man, L3Ft 4 D3aD, man
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah, go
Yeah, go, go, go (Hello)
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
All these ho's soft, all these ho's soft
Bitch, hello, we can talk, baby, take it off
In the trap, up at night, can't take no days off
Foreign with exhaust, man, fuck what it cost
I pull up, Hеllcat Dodge, take off on a ho
"Hi-, Hi-C, boy, wherе you been?" I been gettin' guap (Okay)
"Hi-, Hi-C, boy, where you been?" Fuckin' on yo' thot (Okay)
Number (N)ine jeans on me, rockin' Ricky Rocks
These lil' boys weird ass fuck, always pillow talk
Boy, you don't make no noise, need to knock it off
They want what I got, they just want my spot
Tue-Tuesday got mirage, hollows, you can die
Hi-C, boy, I get guap, married to the mob
Two-tone Porsche, oh my God, pull up like mirage
Fans in the UK, they say I'm calm
When-, when she want some dick, I'm who she call
Put-, put me in the game, pass me the ball
That-, that big truck, I love the way it crawl
These rat niggas can't fuck with me at all
Fuckin' up these rackies at the mall