C it thru lyrics

[Intro]
(2sided goin' crazy)
(Aye, what these n*ggas on Soulja?)

[Verse]
I rock Maison Margiela
Who is Maison Margiela my Reebok?
Makin' get no bread when you sit on yo' ass
I was so broke, man I can't go back
Too many racks...
Where at just racky, racky
Bad b*tch but her ass still fat (Hahaha)
So mad n*gga why you all that?
I done been told n*ggas that I'm with King bat
b*tches told n*ggas that I been on they ass
Call my phone like show me that fat ma
Thick ass hoe wanna sit on my lap
Bullets keep going, yeah they sent yo' ah
On some new sh*t, they already 'bout to-
'Bout to do sh*t, for some Ruth Chris
Pop out SRT, get him nuked quick
'Bout to buy a new LE, swear it got hoes in it
Broke ass n*gga, Bnb with no hoes in it
pus*y so wet like I put a damn toe in that sh*t
'Bout to geek off X and she hoeing and sh*t
I'm on this ho' so boney and I feel so lonеly, it's on and sh*t
These n*ggas be flakе, like Tony
'Bout to f*ck with that b*tch that keep hoeing and sh*t
Told my day ones, "I'll never fold on them"
Man these n*ggas they switch so often (They switch so often)
Why they switch so often?
b*tch I love Hysteric Glamour my outfit
Say this sh*t til' I die, told them n*ggas, "Free Austin"
pus*y so tight man that sh*t feel awesome
He in the field that sh*t gon' cost 'em
b*tch want me finna' show out in Boston
[?] know this n*gga just lost 'em
[Outro]
(Huhuh, ah, f*ck)
I got my racks up
I'm just looking for an answer
She got' body like a dancer
Think I finally found the answer
I’m a Virgo, she a Cancer
(Think I'm finna see it through)
(She the only that call me handsome)
(She the only one that got the answers)