RAIDERZ ft. Nintendo Deluxe Lyrics

Take my soul, soul, soul

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul

Take my soul, soul, soul

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul (Take my soul)

Take my soul, soul, soul

In the trap I got the dope, dope, dope

Got a choppa with a scope, scope, scope

I be losing trust, I be losing hope, hope hope hope

I be on codeine, I don't need these hoes, they don't leave me on seen

Me and my boys on the lean, fake niggas I ain't know what I mean

Bitch we smoke the steam, pass her to the team

Nigga we make these bands

Diamonds on my hands, these haters be my fans

These haters be my stans, all my ice is shining bright

Shining brighter than the light, pussy ass niggas tryna fight

In these streets I never lack, me and rocket go way back

Bitch we countin up the stack, feins and broke boys ain't even seen a rack

All my jeans balenciaga, I ain't tryna buy a bitch no prada

But fuck it, still tryna holla, I'm a real baller

Fuck it, still tryna holla, I'm a real baller

Still tryna holla, I'm a real baller

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Still tryna holla, I'm a real baller

Take my soul, soul, soul (Soul)

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul (take my soul)

Take my soul, soul, soul

Pull up take my soul, soul, soul

(Soul)

Told her new man she suckin dick, on the low low

Need at least a hundred for your shitty ass promo

Fucked her so fast on that camera, put that slow mo

She just wanna hit this wood I told that bitch "no no"

But ima hit this wood, babe I'm feeling good

She just want me to stay, babe I wish I could

Why these pussy ass middle schoolers think they hood?

Poppin all these pills I should stop, man I really should

Cousin smokin gas, shit I'm the one to blame

Playin with this bitch feelins, I'm always playing games

0.3 on the clock, puttin shots, man I'm dame

Poppin three 30's when I'm hype, it don't feel the same

Got hundred percys I'm my pocket I'm a addict

Got a hundred bands told my momma she can have it

I'm not good at textin people back, bad habits

My brotha OD'ed on that shit, god damn it

Pourin up the drank, I ain't speakin very fluent

Me plus drugs bitch yuh, it's congruent

This bitch kept rubbin on my dick but we ain't do it

I can tell that ain't you rappin that a nuance

She take my soul, soul, soul

Yea that bitch is very cold, cold, cold

She'll fuck you up and leave you stranded and won't come back

All those years that they passed, they won't come back

Slid on yo homie now he dead, he won't come back

She just wanna chill, like where the fun at?

Percs in my stomach, need another to revive me

Gettin too fucked, can't text these hoes they despise me

They ask what kind of drugs I want, I say "surprise me"

She say Ima OD, like everybody does b

Changing up my flows, don't need these hoes, I'm on these rise sheesh

Pharrell in 07' rockin everything with ice cream yuh