Soul Food
Snake a nigga in his spine he a clear bitch
Load them hollows in that 30 with a clear clip
Niggas cross sides I aint tryna hear shit
Through them hard times niggas disappear quick
Thought my dogs died and it made my soul bleed
Member they was in the Buick I was OT
With them rich dreams phantom and a Rollie
Niggas bitch made hating from the nosebleeds
Think I want him in a box today
Shawty say Im trippin with my toxic ways
Hope these niggas listen what I got to say
Know this shit a gamble but I gots to play I just gots to play
Mhmm
You my go-to
I aint fucking shawty that was old news
Why these niggas all these niggas thinking local
This that cooked crack baby this that soul food
I was out there early morning with the oval
I was out there tryna get it off the mobile
Niggas cap photo living on the social
Fuck a case we gone beat it like a protool
Why these niggas get to talking like they know you
Watch these niggas get the talking like I owe you
Don't you lack they gone catch you they gone fold you
None of that I aint going I done told you
Think I want him in a box today
Shawty say Im trippin with my toxic ways
Hope these niggas listen what I got to say
Know this shit a gamble but I gots to play
I just gots to play
Mhmm
You my go-to, I aint fucking shawty that was old news
Why these niggas, all these niggas thinking local
This that cooked crack baby this that soul food
Load them hollows in that 30 with a clear clip
Niggas cross sides I aint tryna hear shit
Through them hard times niggas disappear quick
Thought my dogs died and it made my soul bleed
Member they was in the Buick I was OT
With them rich dreams phantom and a Rollie
Niggas bitch made hating from the nosebleeds
Think I want him in a box today
Shawty say Im trippin with my toxic ways
Hope these niggas listen what I got to say
Know this shit a gamble but I gots to play I just gots to play
Mhmm
You my go-to
I aint fucking shawty that was old news
Why these niggas all these niggas thinking local
This that cooked crack baby this that soul food
I was out there early morning with the oval
I was out there tryna get it off the mobile
Niggas cap photo living on the social
Fuck a case we gone beat it like a protool
Why these niggas get to talking like they know you
Watch these niggas get the talking like I owe you
Don't you lack they gone catch you they gone fold you
None of that I aint going I done told you
Think I want him in a box today
Shawty say Im trippin with my toxic ways
Hope these niggas listen what I got to say
Know this shit a gamble but I gots to play
I just gots to play
Mhmm
You my go-to, I aint fucking shawty that was old news
Why these niggas, all these niggas thinking local
This that cooked crack baby this that soul food
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Writer(s): Curan Simmons
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