Soul Stealer

Before the night, it's gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch (Ooh, nah) Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch Keep plenty guns', come from slums Like, fuck how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's straight redrum, I scream out dumb 'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang) And that's a death row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it Came from a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it Tell bro, "Move right, the cops been on it" Can't copyright, change your persona Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it Fuck nigga, you a worker, do your job, remember, we ain't friends Bitch nigga hatin' who I am, same kid from inside the pen' Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins Get in your shit, then I dive again When that bag came, then the rob was in Bitch, I been a survivor, lyin' Full of shooters, nigga, this a shotta's pen' .357 with them coppers in it Reaper of the industry, they say, "Killer ghost" Never tell his thoughts, they'll never know He be maxed down with that calico On Connect Street with that, know your dough Hunnid grand, I connect the four Ridin' 'round with a spark, bitch When a nigga tell me, so the line is, "No" Disrespect my mind, you know Show that daddy how it go Leave these bitch bitches, hit the block Spin again, wet up the store Try and run and sprint, shoot at that ho Demon baby, demon flow Say they fuck with you but really don't A-I gang 'cause I seen it before Real gang baby made through the snow Like a Hot Boy, I been in here Come on Top, boy, it's killin' season Catchin' a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah) Oh, oh-oh (Tryna talk my talk, that shit) Chasin' money, steady thuggin' from the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here) Post up on the block, still, they made him show the Rasta' Nigga, do you catch the drift? (Bah, bah-bah) Oh (Boom, bah, gang), oh-oh (Lil' Top) Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them cold killers (I did, I did) Ayy, straight up out the back with them same niggas Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention From the parkin' lot, hit that bitch from the bleachers Runnin' with creatures, we steppin' on leeches False claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya Do the whole thing when you play with that Nina Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure Pull up, blow that bitch up for no reason Shoot that shit up, then we leavin' Fuck wrong with these niggas, man? I want these niggas to understand, 'til I'm sayin' with these demons (Bah, bah) I said, "Kill the home, all of them" Cravin' for that blood, I'm sittin' up I need three more, like, bitch, I need (I need ten, bah, I need ten Ten motherfucker, ten, baby Ten lil' babies, oh)