Socks on Jupiter lyrics

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Yeah, huh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, ayy
f*ck n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
These n*ggas sound dumb as hell
Ayy
I ain't gon' lie, I'm feelin' good in this b*tch
Just got my motherf*ckin' socks blew to motherf*ckin'
Jupiter
No cap
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, ayy

[Verse]
I be hoeing these hoes, I'm only nice to my b*tches
Ass soft, light-skinned, must be nice, Lyfe Jennings
I don't know, but I think all these n*ggas hoes but my n*ggas
I'm with two opp b*tches, woke up with my socks missing
I don't f*ck with these rappers, they all di*k riders
Got her outside on her knees like she pick cotton
Bro just dropped a n*gga off like a Lyft driver
Put the 'Wood to his ass like a bench rider
I keep tryna cut this b*tch off, but her sh*t fire
f*ck around and smack your soft ass, leave your sh*t wired
You been temptin' me so long like you tryna get hired
I blew up all over the web like a big spider
Still'll wipe you with that throwaway like a sh*t diaper
Gotta keep the pole on, know they dislike us
b*tch, I got a roll on, I'm a Big Tymer
I'm addicted to the fraud, n*gga, R.I.P. Tyler
Got her gettin' gift cards, slidin' in Meijers
Her head two thumbs up like a hitchhiker
Man, my b*tch so spoiled like she expired
All my n*ggas drug dealers, killers, and swipers
Yeah, check, yeah
Could care less 'bout who my ex hittin'
I ain't the one that love that b*tch, go tell her next n*gga
Please stop braggin' 'bout these hoes I regret hittin'
G got twenty on him now, don't get smacked with it
Yes, n*gga, I got bad b*tches, you a yes-n*gga
When I say I'm layin' with that ratchet, I'm not Netflixin'
'Net spendin', got a fake face like I'm catfishin'
Dog, I can't stand your b*tch, but her neck different
Gave your lame ass a shot, tried to bless n*ggas
Bad business, can't do sh*t right like you left-handed
Hit you with that T9, not no text, n*gga
Got a body on the pole like electricians
pus*y n*ggas tattle talin', I can't text n*ggas
Can have the hook on my line, dog, I ain't fishin'
They be actin' like they got me in they best interest
But prayin' on my downfall, I got death wishes
Yeah, I know many man
R.I.P. Roo, Rez, and Jeff, can't wait 'til we meet again
And I couldn't even get a chance 'til I showed her fifty bands
Now she rubbin' on my di*k, thought it was a Pringles can
Now when I look back at it like a Trina jam
n*ggas ain't believe the plan, now they wanna be my friend
Throwin' dough in the air like a pizza man
High as hell, got a bale with me like I'm Peter Pan, n*gga, yeah
[Outro]
Ayy
High as hell, got a bale with me like I'm Peter Pan, n*gga
That sh*t gon' fly over they head
Yeah