Aint From Soil versuri

Aint From Soil lyrics by Nico Caine

Young Nigga got motion
Like a track star (zoom)
You ain’t got a car
How is you a trap star (skrrt, skrrt)
Can’t even sell an ounce a week
That boy a cap star
Nigga dissed me in a song
That shit was subpar (subpar)

Yurr
He needs to quit rapping
They hit my phone up
Telling me to quit snapping (man, quit snapping)
My drip broken man I guess the water quit tapping
Bitch bad with no daddy
She a thick bastard (bad bitch)

Scatter bullets everywhere when the heat fying
Just because I bench 225 don’t mean that we fighting (hell nah)

When I say I’m cooking in the kitchen don’t mean grease frying
Re rock knocking on the doors of the feens buying (nah)

Sliding in some shit that go fast with a black ass tint (skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas mad cuz it’s cash I print (cash)
Can’t cuff a wack ass bitch
Only baddies over here cuz I don’t want no quack ass kids (dime pieces only)

Yurr
If my kid ugly I’ll be pissed off (yup)
Stank pussy hoes always make my dick soft (yup)
Counting big money is how I get my kicks off (yup, yup, yup)
You niggas broke and simping and that’s the reason why ya bitch gone

Yurr
That ho is not loyal (thottiana)
Why you calling her a queen
That ho is not royal (not a queen)
Ugly hoes who think they bad
Make my blood boil (stupid)
This shit home grown but it ain’t from soil (hell yeah)

I’m slapping motherfuckers left and right
For looking at me funny
You broke depending on a ho
Better go get some money (stupid bitch)

Only light brown and dark skins
For me I don’t do snow bunnies (hell nah)

And these hoes love my voice
Cuz they know I ain’t from the country (Brooklyn)

Thottiana said she love me
And want a kid I still wear a condom
I’m in a city where the bitches got burning boxers (ew)

My homie rawdogged now he itching
That boy need a doctor (pray for him)

Man I can’t expect respect from the ho cuz she ain’t got a father (nah)

She ain’t got a father figure
I’ll be damned I wife a white bitch
And she try to call me nigga (that’s racist)

Posting up all them guns
Ain’t never pulled all them triggers (hell nah)

Know that nigga pussy
Man his gang should just call him whiskers (pussy boy)

Supreme on my shoes Vlone for the hoodie bitch
She rough giving head so I call her noogie bitch (noogie bitch)

I ain’t ever been pussywhipped enough about a ho
To get me crying in a song on some a boogie shit (nah)