[Intro: Young Moe]
That's on my soul
I done been broke
I ain't 'bout to go back no more, back no more
That's on my soul
I got n***as locked down right now in that hole
They in that hole

[Chorus: Young Moe]
That's on my soul
I ain't fucking no bitches
I'm putting everybody on hold, everybody on hold
That's on my soul
I never bend or fold, I ain't breaking no code
I ain't breaking no code

[Verse 1: Young Moe]
Whoa, I got cheese now
Please don't make me put a real shooter on speed dial
Plug been shooting them bricks and
I'm just waiting at the bottom for the rebound
Hoes getting down on they knees now
Weed so strong lil bitch you can't be loud
Bro don't move without heat now
If Scooter was here then my n***a would be proud
All of these bitches but I don't be loving none
Left my old bitch and I got me another one
Cut off my n***as cuz they was some haters
I stuck to the book and I got me some paper
When I got back in the hole
These n***as colors was starting to show
Bitches was leaving a n***a on hold
I'm touching my fingers, can't count on a soul
And I was like, woah
Same n***as outside ain't pulling up to none of my shows
But that's how it goes
And them was my bros
I ain't bout to fall for none of y'all bait
So I gotta keep it on the front of my waist
I can see the hate in everyone of y'all face
[Chorus: Young Moe]
That's on my soul
I done been broke
I ain't 'bout to go back no more, back no more
That's on my soul
I got n***as locked down right now in that hole
They in that hole
That's on my soul
I ain't fucking no bitches
I'm putting everybody on hold, everybody on hold
That's on my soul
I never bend or fold, I ain't breaking no code
I ain't breaking no code

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I used to stand in the trap
With dope boy on Maryland Street (true story)
Lebron James in the dope game
Cocaine carry the Heat
Several attempts, barely got skimmed
Here for a reason, apparent to me
Used to spook out, whip the tool out
Blow it at you for starin' at me
Hoes that I done fucked without the rubber
Blessed to even say a n***a touched 'em
All I got is one life to live
Blessed to say I made it out the struggle
All I like is one type of bitch
We can't keep in touch if you ain't slutty
Bone crushing, heart so troubled
Gutter, you ain't never gotta love me (hmm)
I can admit it that I need my long lost love
Sexual healing, been missin' your energy, feelings been all tossed up
I can admit it that I be pretendin' when drippin', I'm all sauced up
Although it'll kill me to send it I stand on that business, I'm all bossed up
[Chorus: Young Moe & Kevin Gates]
That's on my soul
I done been broke
I ain't 'bout to go back no more, back no more
That's on my soul
I got n***as locked down right now in that hole
They in that hole
That's on my soul
I ain't fucking no bitches, I'm putting everybody on hold
Everybody on hold
That's on my soul
I never bend or fold, I ain't breaking no code
I ain't breaking no code