Söul

(Vengeance)
Hop out broad day with that blick
This not bombay, bitch it's tris
In his songs he talking hard but he not with that shit
Please don't run up bitch I'm armed this bitch blow off all your limbs
Got this bitch singing my songs she tryn fuck me off the rip
These drugs got me gone
Mix the x with percocet I feel it in my soul
Left that bitch long time ago she want me to come home
Geeking for a week straight I been on a roll
Yo old nigga a cheapskate, Twizzy got that dough

Baby what's the deal? You act like it's something wrong
Can't sleep till he killed let some shots off at his dome
OG get up with a nigga, Vince Carter
SRT this not a regular charger
Baby I don't go to clubs, I don't go to parties
I just boot off of the drugs and count up the guala
I hop out all black, fit same color as the mac.
I'm off drugs, I can't relax. Can't text back lil bitch I'm thraxed
She be geeking off the cocaine, don't know how to act
He get fresh but his bitch know I'm cleaner, he don't got this swag
I can't trip off what we had, we cannot go back
Perc make me itch like rash
Geek off the drugs and I flash
Swerving the coupe I might crash
Catch a opp, can't get a pass
Whole gang geek up like we in a frat
Big glock on me you won't get stabbed

Hop out broad day with that blick
This not bombay, bitch it's tris
In his songs he talking hard but he not with that shit
Please don't run up bitch I'm armed this bitch blow off all your limbs
Got this bitch singing my songs she tryn fuck me off the rip
These drugs got me gone
Mix the x with percocet I feel it in my soul
Left that bitch long time ago she want me to come home
Geeking for a week straight I been on a roll
Yo old nigga a cheapskate, Twizzy got that dough



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Writer(s): Bryce Dangerfield
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