Soft Rock lyrics

[Intro: Diamondsonmydi*k & Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
Woah, damn, b*tch
Go, go, go (Go, go)
Damn, alright
What? Uh

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Pull up in that coupe, that b*tch gon' get in
Pretty Boy Goon, I got thirty-thousand b*tches
You sweet, n*gga, you don’t want no friction
Swipe him on the roof, hit that n*gga from a distance
Uh, lets rock out
Got a bad b*tch and she gon' pull my c*ck out
Feel like Lil B, b*tch, I'm posted up on the Glo House
Uh, b*tch I'm on the trees like a nightout

[Verse 2: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
Softrock, [?] Glock, money got me on my feelings
Cop two baby Glocks, they my childrens
And my heart knock, fiendin' for the money, I gotta get that sh*t
Told myself I'm never going back, I still do that sh*t
Big Glock, I need to power up these b*tches
Duck duck goose, god chose me to get the chicken
[?], lil' b*tch, I'm on a mission
Rubberband, [?], I need them digits