So Spicy lyrics

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Foreign same color as my wife be, Boy I think ya b*tch finna like me
Tell her trow it back make the sh*t a little spicy, Stepped in the club I ain't showing no Id
Since a young nigka I had the juice that's Hiic, Better watch ya back sh*t ain't always what it might seam
You could move wrong, Get hit with a light thing
We was on the block, in the sun, [?]
Put di*k in ya hoe and she facing it, Counting up all the dough in the wraith and sh*t
We might kick in ya door just to make this sh*t, Everything gotta go yeah we taking it
And I'm f*cking hoes, She can't take this sh*t
But I'm dubbing the hoe, She a basic b*tch
She looking for a relationship, I'm sorry I can not relate to it
I'm never doing no waiting, Scratching another bag of my checklist
Might take a little vacation, I'm thanking god for all of the blessings
I know these nigkas be hating when they all see me they gotta respect it
My nigkas talking all money, They ain't talking money, They leaving a message
All this designer, you can't pronounce what I'm dressed in
They like why you keep flexxin? is that sh*t even a question
Gotta smoke out the pound , Dont got no time to be stressing
You dropped the bag on the ground, I hope you learning a lesson, hayy