I Want His Soul

(BJ on one) Huh, they been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me (G06 goin' crazy) They been talkin' bad, yeah They been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me (huh) They know I'ma flash, don't play wit' me (huh) Huh, who that is knockin' on it? Who that is? (D-Roc) Ha, look 30 stick, pocket can't fit, '36 servin' that shit Plannin' on murderin' a bitch Don't fuck with that, don't fuck with that Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin', ain't sellin' that shit Pop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitch, the law gon' smell that bitch Aroma strong, hit, take off his dome, I'm on that skully shit That's my cousin, I hope you don't fuck with this, I'm gon' kill all your kids, lost soul I say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm coming home" They want me gone, but I ain't scared You lose your head 'bout what you said I bang that green, my symbol red Now, free my slimes from out the feds Now, pussy nigga, what you said? You know I be on that, you talk that shit, can't take it back You ain't shit to me, just another hat Call his mama, I'll help that bitch bury his ass These niggas hate Big 5, huh? Because they brother or cousin died Because they bitch want to fuck the slime They know the realest one is, I Lil Phat gone, inside the sky Hold it down and I don't know 'em I pick my phone up, call up Shyne, "I need Young Thug back on my charm" I pick my phone up, call them slimes These pussy niggas, I can't ignore 'em I know this one, he got some sense And, just one want meet my arm that I bare with Wipe his nose, show that pussy nigga that I slatt shit Brrt, baow, baow, no comin' back, bitch Should've been my friend, but you want to be a demon, huh? I ain't that type of nigga that'll fill your bitch up with my semen, nah I'ma spit in that bitch face and make her tell you that, that nigga foul It's fuck you out that gate, and if you play, bitch, I'ma lay you down Lay law down in that murder town, chopper bullets sprayin' 'round Tell that pussy, pick you up, by night, he still be layin' down I'm with that, I don't fuck around Can't wait 'til I catch that clown Pussy tryna steal my whole swag, I get 'em dragged Run down on his ass, he get no pass, he gon' get smashed Ha, young nigga not more bloody than me Hand full, I count on my feet Pussy ass nigga ain't more skully than me Came in this game, and I'm known to beef Real slimeball, they known to creep Catch 'em down bad, knock 'em off his feet Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil" I see niggas wanna be us But they never prayed to you once No, I want his soul I just want to bust his dome Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (nigga, yeah) Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us Nigga, soon as you see us, we hold that heat up Better not have your mamacita with you, she get left put up Flash it, grrt, flash it, blrrt, you get the picture Fuck wit' them real gravediggers, the one's that do real rituals (oh, yeah) If I say that I want you dead, might as well go call the feds Ain't none, ain't stoppin' 'til we get to you, I'm gon' bust your head I'm like, "One, two, three, four, five, six, nigga fuck that count, it's 12" You gon' be 13, I'm gon' send your stupid, scary ass to hell Fuck who you is, them looks prevail, did too much time inside them cells Fuck who you kill, look, I'm too real Got to show me, better than you spell or rhyme, nigga Pussy, we slang iron, nigga Once you cross that line, nigga, your whole family dyin', nigga (I want his soul) They been talkin' bad, bad 'bout-'bout me They gon' see me flash, now, why you play wit' me Now, hold on, I hope that don't be my P.O knockin' at my door 'Cause, she don't even know the kid been tryna heal up his soul Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothing but evil" I see niggas wanna be us But they never prayed to you, once No, I want his soul I just want to bust his dome Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (nigga, yeah) Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us