Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Got my soul, you really got my soul
Ah-ah-ah, got my soul, you really got my soul
Thinkin' you a girlboss, but you got no throat
Yeah, you got no throat, throat

Word around the street, you the baddest throat goat
I-I-I'm tryna bag a wife, I ain't fuckin' no ho
I feel like Chief Keef, smokin' on them Oreos
And after I get done with her, that bitch is all yours
I've been gettin' money like I'm Robert Downey
'Bout to shit on anyone who ever tried to doubt me
Flooded, blowing up my phone, you wasn't here around me
Money only thing that make my eyes a little cloudy
Nah-nah, I see the fake love now
Chose the wrong side, now your team sittin' out
Should've stuck with me, I know you see you missin' out

Good loyal thots sittin' all around the house
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Got my soul, you really got my soul
Ah-ah-ah, got my soul, you really got my soul
Thinkin' you a girlboss, but you got no throat

Yeah, you got no throat, throat
Throat, throat, throat, throat
Throat, throat, throat, throat
Throat, throat, throat
You the baddest throat goat
Throat, throat, throat, throat
Throat, throat, throat, throat
Throat, throat, throat, throat
Throat, throat, throat