Soul Snatchers ft. NEEM Lyrics

I told you im not a fucking rapper

(I make fuckin shirts dude)

(Thats legit it)

(dealerboys)

(dealerboys)

(deeeeelearboys)

Cold devil, no ice, no bezel Take the case to court and I bet ill beat or settle

I'm sippin lean like a schedule (of course)

And I rock like heavy metal dont get hot kettled yeah this hot jam is fucked, you don't wanna

be around.

These clocks dont they dont stop

Yeah we dont stop until im putting

Diamonds on this tick tock

Turn around so I can fuck you while your friends

watch baby My bitch says say sorry for sippin lean

Im just tryna get up in between.

Them legs, I'm on dexamphetamine

(hey pookie im home)

its a massacre I'm moving round, yeah I'm moving tactical

a 78 baby thats gonna fucking rapture ya,

And i aint with the raptor squad.

And I ain't with the squad at all

Sippin on my cup, baby, I'm poppin a like a Benadryl

Hot like a fever, cold like a freezer Painstop definitely ain't fuckin helpin

either

Do i want top, or fuck?

Bitch neither

Manifest reality, really, Imma a be(leave)her Yeah baby, I'm only here to fuckin leave

I put my dick up in your spleen while you pour my cup of lean up.

Hot like a fever, cold like a freezer Painstop really ain't fuckin helpin either

Do i want top, or fuck?

Bitch neither

Manifest reality, yeah, Imma a be(leave)her

But if she ask me who I'm cheatin on, then I'm a leaver

I'm a leaver, baby, I don't need ya

Make more money at a trap than a feature

Get up on your knees like a motherfuckin preacher, baby

I'm a fuckin preacher.

See your man, he a preacher And your girl, she a leech yeah

She suckin on me like a leech yea Feet up on a beach, yeah

Kickin back foreign cleats, yeah

She told me put like 10k up on her ass, baby I'm tryna put like 10k up in this gas, baby

I don't really drink, but I'm just sippin on a bottle

Tryna figure out if it's me or your ass, it's got the wobble, baby

Slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide Slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide

Pull your panties, pull your pants to the side

(dealer boys) (Northside)

(angelic vocals you cant percieve)

Slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide

Pull your pretty, pretty, pretty panties to the side

Pull your pretty, pretty, pretty panties to the side

(hey pookie im home)

Two Blakes, one track,

That's fine

That's fine,

That's fine