Soul Snatcher - Cash Kidd, Jaiswan

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I’m sorry, so sorry I broke your heart, yeah

But it never was that, huh

Yeah, I know you think I’m reckless for that, huh, ayy, yeah

Fuck the money, it’s the time I ain’t gon' never get back

When you switched, you broke my heart, thought we was better than that

I gave my dawg everything, still got stabbed in the back

But I ain’t stressin', guess I learned another lesson from that

Fuck with the kid, we in your crib like the Cat in the Hat

Like a frat, we gon' step, like I’m travelin', ref

Yeah, I’m a star with a pole like the American flag

My niggas eatin', but they hungry, I suggest not to flex

Like Rae Sremmurd

Yeah, they know better, huh

Yeah, I’m in the club with Yoshi and Live

And they known steppers, huh

Yeah, I brought your bitch to my world

And she said, «Why such cold weather?» Huh

Ayy, I’m paranoid, layin' with two ratchets, huh

Feelin' like the old Hefner, huh, ayy, ooh

Thousand-dollar shoes layin' 'round, you would kill for 'em

You ain’t made no money yet, bitch, you out here still hoin'

Told her we gon' fuck after she suck, but I’ma still ho her

Catch a bullet from this Eagle, your new name Terrell Owens

Know they tryna block my goals now like I’m field goaling

Bitch, you mad I’m on my toes now, I ain’t heel-toeing

First I was playin' with this shit, now I for real want it

Ayy, now I’m real focused

Stabbed me in my back, but somehow my heart broke

Ran it way up, that lil' nigga Marc on, huh

We ain’t washin' clothes, but this one a large load, huh

Blues and oranges, I ain’t talkin' bar close, huh

Swan hit my line, said pull up on Park Road

Just showed me a method, he got eighty smartphones

I was gettin' neck, the police said, «This park closed,» huh

Bitch asked me to lick her, I said, «Bitch, the bar closed»

Ayy, yeah, shit take no effort, huh

If I point, what you think G and Money gon' do? They so extra, yeah

Out here fightin' for my life tryna dodge the pen' like a pro wrestler

Ayy, big bad wolf, she gon' blow me in the crib, I’m a homewrecker, huh

New bitch, she a soul-snatcher, huh, ayy, ooh

New stick, it’s a soul-snatcher, huh, ayy, yeah

Five-six-seven forever, huh, ayy, ooh

These pussy ass niggas know better, huh, huh

Baby, I apologize if you ain’t get your nut, I got mine

More hoes than the pole on a stop sign

Marc touchin' bricks, you would think he rock climb

I used to see through these lame hoes like hot fries

R.I.P Jeff, I’m so sorry, Don-Don

I got your back, I just hope you got mine

Your daddy, he a bitch, put him in my top five

Ridin' through the gravesite, that’s where all the opps hidin'

Uh, ayy, huh, I’m a tatted Grove member

Huh, what? Huh, we in house like we on tether, huh

Stab a nigga bitch like I’m Michael Myers on Goldmember, huh

Money rollin' 'Wood after 'Wood after 'Wood, he got four splinters, huh

Gotta enjoy life before this shit end

So before I go, I want six kids

I need my kids to live for me if I didn’t live

Nigga, let that sink in like you fix cribs

Dawg actin' tough 'cause he 6'10″

Give that nigga sixty like six tens

I don’t give a fuck if this his twin

Put a band on your fro like you Big Ben, huh, huh

Huh, I been with the cold sniffers, huh

I swear it’s like them hoes do whatever I say, because they knows better, huh

This white nigga ran off, so I left that man dark, but I don’t know Dexter, huh

Catch a body, then a first-class flight to Green Bay, I’m like, «Go Packers,»

huh, ayy

If you want me dead, just aim for the head

I thought we was homies, Cleo and Stoney

I heard what you said, I thought you was my mans

My mama told me you weren’t for me