Soul Food
The what
It was the booth fan
Oh okay
That shit sound good to me
No more
Mmm
Mmm
Uhhh
And we won't have to cry no more
Y'all hear that
Bodies on bodies it feel like a war zone
Them niggas don't want blood they aiming for torsos
This feel like a throwback AI with the cornrows
She just let the crew fuck I live in a whore zone
All that indirect shit I'm a put that bag up
Anything personal you gone see me mask up
If I'm ever fucked up, I'm a have to bag up
Always make my next one, better then my last one
Catch me in Adida pants, dealing with a thing or two
I ain't saying none else that's what I'm admitting to
Them niggas just copy cats, we really originals
All it takes is 1200, that shit can get rid of you
I would never sell my soul we not doing rituals
I just need my hoodie up, I feel so invisible
My niggas got state bids, couple doing federal
So when I say I'm all I got, that shit I mean literal
I'll be in my dream wraith, chilling with a pornstar
Knock her out with back shots give that bitch some more stars
Hit last night she coming back, she got a rewards card
Y'all come home to go right back y'all niggas some cornballs
Ya mean
It's Lil Schwenko in this bitch nigga
When I walk in you salute me
Right
I ain't doing no favors cause nobody did me favors
And, lately I been pushing, I'm a shooter Dion Waiters
Only a few hunnit I can get you niggas catered
And bitches that was fronting I can't wait to see you later
By the age of 13 all I wanted was a ladder
I know I been preaching peace but I can't help but want get at it
Opps want me dead but to me that never mattered
I go anywhere I want but I make sure I got the ratchet
Throw me 28, I can make whatever happen
I been sleeping next to money my dawg callin me a addict
We ain't never going broke cause I done made this shit a habit
That's my dawg and if he said it, then he said it and I back it
Double cup full of sins I can feel it in my bladder
If I lose a bad bitch I get one a lil badder
You ain't got hit the gym cause baby I can make it fatter
We gone get this nigga now and deal with all that other after
Show up 30 deep
Wolves turn to sheep
Throw a couple shots, now it's rest in peace
If you getting to them you going through me
I know all my enemies bleed the way I bleed
motherfucker
Dumbass motherfucker
Dumbass lil bitch
It was the booth fan
Oh okay
That shit sound good to me
No more
Mmm
Mmm
Uhhh
And we won't have to cry no more
Y'all hear that
Bodies on bodies it feel like a war zone
Them niggas don't want blood they aiming for torsos
This feel like a throwback AI with the cornrows
She just let the crew fuck I live in a whore zone
All that indirect shit I'm a put that bag up
Anything personal you gone see me mask up
If I'm ever fucked up, I'm a have to bag up
Always make my next one, better then my last one
Catch me in Adida pants, dealing with a thing or two
I ain't saying none else that's what I'm admitting to
Them niggas just copy cats, we really originals
All it takes is 1200, that shit can get rid of you
I would never sell my soul we not doing rituals
I just need my hoodie up, I feel so invisible
My niggas got state bids, couple doing federal
So when I say I'm all I got, that shit I mean literal
I'll be in my dream wraith, chilling with a pornstar
Knock her out with back shots give that bitch some more stars
Hit last night she coming back, she got a rewards card
Y'all come home to go right back y'all niggas some cornballs
Ya mean
It's Lil Schwenko in this bitch nigga
When I walk in you salute me
Right
I ain't doing no favors cause nobody did me favors
And, lately I been pushing, I'm a shooter Dion Waiters
Only a few hunnit I can get you niggas catered
And bitches that was fronting I can't wait to see you later
By the age of 13 all I wanted was a ladder
I know I been preaching peace but I can't help but want get at it
Opps want me dead but to me that never mattered
I go anywhere I want but I make sure I got the ratchet
Throw me 28, I can make whatever happen
I been sleeping next to money my dawg callin me a addict
We ain't never going broke cause I done made this shit a habit
That's my dawg and if he said it, then he said it and I back it
Double cup full of sins I can feel it in my bladder
If I lose a bad bitch I get one a lil badder
You ain't got hit the gym cause baby I can make it fatter
We gone get this nigga now and deal with all that other after
Show up 30 deep
Wolves turn to sheep
Throw a couple shots, now it's rest in peace
If you getting to them you going through me
I know all my enemies bleed the way I bleed
motherfucker
Dumbass motherfucker
Dumbass lil bitch
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Writer(s): Tyrell Barr
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