Sold Souls ft. M471K & Kacekid Lyrics

Shawty gon' sell her soul just for a VVS stone, wrist on froze

Blicky on me stainless steel

And the hearts I'm rocking chrome

Pop me an x-pill, smoke out the O

Hell no, I ain't playin' no tic-tac-toe

Shoot a nigga on his front porch

We ain't even have to go backdoor

Ask why my heart's so cold? Was fuckin' with a ho

You already know, bust down silver Cuban choker

I'm a young rich nigga don't fuck with gold

Niggas can't be my bros you niggas is rats, I heard that you bitches done told

You boys is like laundry, no mats

You full of the cap and I know that you niggas gone fold

I'ma creep on a bitch like TLC

Brown skinned bitch look just like chili

Fuck that bitch to Chief Sosa

Nah we ain't playin' no Pretty Ricky

Brand new blicky, Glock 10 Milly

I'ma up this bitch if shit get sticky

Got a hoe that's fairly odd, got her number saved as Icky-Vicky

I with the gang, I'm with the squad

Ate the shrooms, it's finna get real trippy

He got the drink, he got some bars

Pop five perks and now we up one fifty

Out of space, we with the stars

Different drugs, this shit can get real tempting

Love to race, you see the cars

Laying foot, I'm never lifting

Asian bitch, she in my car

She suckin' my dick while I'm Tokyo drifting

Me and Twin like Zack and Cody

I'm at the W, bitch, we ain't at no Tipton

Balling just like Mike and Pippen

Pints of codeine, I been sipping

See me, I'ma go and get it, while you niggas sit and wishing

See we runnin' up the digits, killin' shit now we been living

For three, pullin' up from distance like Chef Curry, now watch me mix it

Them shots, I don't miss em

Big cup of wock, fuck my dishes

They yellin' out dub, completed mission

Love my day ones since the beginning, shit

Shawty gon' sell her soul just for a VVS stone, wrist on froze

Blicky on me stainless steel

And the hearts I'm rocking chrome

Pop me an x-pill, smoke out the O

Hell no, I ain't playin' no tic-tac-toe

Shoot a nigga on his front porch

We ain't even have to go backdoor

Ask why my heart's so cold? Was fuckin' with a ho

You already know, bust down silver Cuban choker

I'm a young rich nigga don't fuck with gold

Niggas can't be my bros you niggas is rats, I heard that you bitches done told

You boys is like laundry, no mats

You full of the cap and I know that you niggas gone fold

She like the way I'm dripping

This real pimpin', I can't do no simpin'

Shorty gon' sell her soul for riches

Crazy what the money gon' do to these bitches

She gon' fold like I do my britches

Trippin', it's evil world we live in

Sickening, roll up two for my mental

Hot like first class pussy, you wishin'

Za pack a punch like C.O.D. zombies

Real loud pack from Portage in transit

Brand new cologne all on my body

She gone go cause she like my fragrance

That bitch hot, put her in my pocket

Pussy so good, gotta save it for later