SoulFul Lyrics

That bitch off the molly she teasing

Bitch I'm high off these perc's and this shit got me geekin

Hop out kill a fuck nigga just give me a reason

Bitch my ice super cold it don't matter the season

When you look at my soul niggas know I'm not cheesing

Niggas know when I see the police that I'm fleeing

When she get off the drank nigga she get to grieving

Hop out on his block wit that Glock and I beam em

Nigga talkin on me he get turned to a pack

300 for a Glock nigga I aint tryna scrap

Nigga posted on my block guarantee it won't last

Got some shoots in the house and they all gotta mask

Bitch I hop in the cat and I'm breaking the dash

Nigga talkin on me he get popped like a tag

Don't got beef with me nigga got beef with stick

And we know you a lick we gon run in yo crib

Nigga said he want smoke he get smoked like a cig

Bitch I'm taxin them birdies I just did a bid

Bitch I open yo top like a maufuckin lid

Bitch I just copped a Glock and I copped a FN

And I can't see the hate thru these cartier lens

And that bitch she aint bad she ain't even a 10

Flexin on niggas like I hit the gym

Fuck 100 racks bitch im tryna count a M

We done spinned so many times that we broke the rim

Big ass chop on my side nigga play he won't win

When I get to shooting bitch I crack me a grin

How the fuck can I lose when I'm sippin on Gin

Mopar getting boring bitch I want me a Benz

Ion even want that bitch nigga I just want her friend

Nigga fuckin wit the gang yo life comin to the end

Beyblade let it rip nigga all I do is spin

(Fah, Fah)

That's that stick nigga

Bet you I won't miss nigga

Head tap Head tap you get hit nigga

I be hittin licks nigga

I be juggin bricks nigga

Fuck around rob a rich nigga

Get beat wit that stick nigga

Get drilled wit that blamma nigga

My cup dirty diana nigga

Don't play wit that fire nigga

You sing like Mariah nigga

I just hate these lying niggas

I just hate these triflin hoes

Bitch I'm worried bout the dough

Get the bag then hit the road