Left My Soul
(YpOnDaKeyz)
(Yeah')
(Yeah, Yeah')
(Mhm' mhm, mhmm, mhm')
I left my soul in the trenches (In the trenches)
And I ain't never going ta get it (Goin' ta get It)
You folded ain't pull that trigger, (That tigger)
Damn, yeah we know you ain't with it (With it)
Yeah I'm trippin' trynna tear ah nigga house down (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
Every night you hear bullets crashin' out (Yeah, Yeah')
Damn I'm trippin' tryin' ta fuck ah nigga spouse now (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
The k gon' pat 'em on the back like ah child (Yeah, Yeah')
Heard you got popped on the gram, yo gang ain't slide out
They did yo ass like ah zombie, blew yo minds out
Forever ridin' with my gang until my time out,
When you hop on off the bench, ain't no time out
We lookin' fa all the smoke, the opps lookin' fa hide outs
QB threw ah couple bullets should of tried out,
Every-time the speakers bang, you know we ride out
Damn I took ah opp bitch, now she mines na,
Let's slow it down, Mitch got 50 and I got 50 hundred round
Who said we do drive-bys, we hop out walk 'em down
Ain't serving ta no nigga, if they ain't comin' fa pounds
All these chains on my neck, this shit weight up ah 100 pounds
All that wolfin' on the gram, you ain't shit but ah clown
Try ta reach fa this chain, it's gon' be ah man down
We ain't never hidin' out in traffic, yeah we poppin' out
And we don't find you, ima have them killas posted up at yo house
I left my soul in the trenches (In the trenches)
And I ain't never going ta get it (Goin' ta get It)
You folded ain't pull that trigger, (That tigger)
Damn, yeah we know you ain't with it (With it)
Yeah I'm trippin' trynna tear ah nigga house down (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
Every night you hear bullets crashin' out (Yeah, Yeah')
Damn I'm trippin' tryin' ta fuck ah nigga spouse now (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
The k gon' pat 'em on the back like ah child (Yeah, Yeah')
Don't show no mercy on the block, you betta gun 'em down
I can't lie we took some l's, but now we up not tied
Plug Brothers, DNA, you know we family tied
We ain't clickin' up with no nigga we all we got
Prez said up the sco on niggas, so I upped ah 30
Know ah nigga that just kill, and he pop perc 30's
Got ah switchy with ah glock, and this bitch let off 30
And we comin' 3-0 just like we Stephen Curry, mhm mhm
Lil Chrome lookin' fa ah kill, I be still posted in the hood with ah deal
Niggas sour they be going out like Steel, I can't leave the streets alone this shit get real
I left my soul in the trenches (In the trenches)
And I ain't never going ta get it (Goin' ta get It)
You folded ain't pull that trigger, (That tigger)
Damn, yeah we know you ain't with it (With it)
Yeah I'm trippin' trynna tear ah nigga house down (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
Every night you hear bullets crashin' out (Yeah, Yeah')
Damn I'm trippin' tryin' ta fuck ah nigga spouse now (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
The k gon' pat 'em on the back like ah child (Yeah, Yeah')
(Yeah')
(Yeah, Yeah')
(Mhm' mhm, mhmm, mhm')
I left my soul in the trenches (In the trenches)
And I ain't never going ta get it (Goin' ta get It)
You folded ain't pull that trigger, (That tigger)
Damn, yeah we know you ain't with it (With it)
Yeah I'm trippin' trynna tear ah nigga house down (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
Every night you hear bullets crashin' out (Yeah, Yeah')
Damn I'm trippin' tryin' ta fuck ah nigga spouse now (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
The k gon' pat 'em on the back like ah child (Yeah, Yeah')
Heard you got popped on the gram, yo gang ain't slide out
They did yo ass like ah zombie, blew yo minds out
Forever ridin' with my gang until my time out,
When you hop on off the bench, ain't no time out
We lookin' fa all the smoke, the opps lookin' fa hide outs
QB threw ah couple bullets should of tried out,
Every-time the speakers bang, you know we ride out
Damn I took ah opp bitch, now she mines na,
Let's slow it down, Mitch got 50 and I got 50 hundred round
Who said we do drive-bys, we hop out walk 'em down
Ain't serving ta no nigga, if they ain't comin' fa pounds
All these chains on my neck, this shit weight up ah 100 pounds
All that wolfin' on the gram, you ain't shit but ah clown
Try ta reach fa this chain, it's gon' be ah man down
We ain't never hidin' out in traffic, yeah we poppin' out
And we don't find you, ima have them killas posted up at yo house
I left my soul in the trenches (In the trenches)
And I ain't never going ta get it (Goin' ta get It)
You folded ain't pull that trigger, (That tigger)
Damn, yeah we know you ain't with it (With it)
Yeah I'm trippin' trynna tear ah nigga house down (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
Every night you hear bullets crashin' out (Yeah, Yeah')
Damn I'm trippin' tryin' ta fuck ah nigga spouse now (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
The k gon' pat 'em on the back like ah child (Yeah, Yeah')
Don't show no mercy on the block, you betta gun 'em down
I can't lie we took some l's, but now we up not tied
Plug Brothers, DNA, you know we family tied
We ain't clickin' up with no nigga we all we got
Prez said up the sco on niggas, so I upped ah 30
Know ah nigga that just kill, and he pop perc 30's
Got ah switchy with ah glock, and this bitch let off 30
And we comin' 3-0 just like we Stephen Curry, mhm mhm
Lil Chrome lookin' fa ah kill, I be still posted in the hood with ah deal
Niggas sour they be going out like Steel, I can't leave the streets alone this shit get real
I left my soul in the trenches (In the trenches)
And I ain't never going ta get it (Goin' ta get It)
You folded ain't pull that trigger, (That tigger)
Damn, yeah we know you ain't with it (With it)
Yeah I'm trippin' trynna tear ah nigga house down (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
Every night you hear bullets crashin' out (Yeah, Yeah')
Damn I'm trippin' tryin' ta fuck ah nigga spouse now (Yeah' Yeah, Yeah')
The k gon' pat 'em on the back like ah child (Yeah, Yeah')
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Writer(s): Karel Jorge
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