No Soul Lyrics

Ain't finna fuck with

Them bitches again

Can't ever trust anybody it's 10

500 shoots in the whip Ima spin

Buss out the 4

Buss out the 4

Buss out the 5

I'm with the fam

Put yo shit in the floor

Bitch you a joke

I got my fire

Blood on ya coat

45 let it blow

45 on tha stove

45 let it smoke

All mines on that dro

Pressure done hit

Now yo boy got no soul

Talk crazy you get hit boy

Ain't never cap you a bitch boy

Shit free like a lick boy

Get back get yo shit boy

This be that type of shit

Yeah you been typing bitch

You just been riding dick

You ain't been hyping shit

You finna copy some shit

And then paste like a writer bitch

Pussy

You be the type to start pressing

Security here man

I just brought my gun in

Fuck if you scary

And fuck about them numbers

My rocket hold 20

So if I was you id start running

I know Ima youngin

But I'm moving slowly

And smart you should know

I don't trust shit

I got some fam did me wrong

Told my brodie

It really do be ya own blood jit

Buss out tha 4

Buss out tha 4

Buss out tha 5

I'm with the fam

Put yo shit in the floor

Bitch you a joke

I got my fire

Blood on yo coat

45 let it blow

45 on the stove

45 let it smoke

All mines on tha dro

Pressure done hit

Now yo boy got no soul

Aye what you on motherfucker

When I start flying

You best get to duckin

I'm making bands in a drought

While yo boy making nothing

Shit thats something

I cant even lie

I'm hella turnt up

& I pray I don't die

Shit cause Im burnt up

I pop me like 5

I'm finna murk something

Yo girl on her knees

Like she praying or something

& it's crazy cuz my dawg

Ain't saying enough

If she feeling my dawg

Then we switch

Ain't no thang I just fill up my cup

Bitch said she feeling the love

But I know that aint me

Cause I ain't hit her up

She saw the bands on tha gram

When I was down on my ass

I got hit with the dub

Now tell me wassup

Buss out tha 4

Buss out tha 4

Buss out tha 5

I'm with the fam

Put yo shit in the floor

Bitch you a joke

I got my fire

Blood on yo coat

45 let it blow

45 on the stove

45 let it smoke

All mines on tha dro

Pressure done hit

Now yo boy got no soul

Aye where yo soul at?

Aye where yo pole at?

Aye where yo dawgs at?

Aye where yo bark at?

You was tough on the net

But I seen you in person

& ask where yo hoe at

Hahaha pussy