Soul Stealer

(It's Young, Mook got the keys jumpin')

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
Join from catchin' bodies, homie
Bust as soon as I spot
It, homie, face that too, my dot be on it
Tell bro, "Move right", the cops been on him
Can't copyright, change your persona
Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got
The boy in here, we could meet up ends
Fuck nigga, you a worker
Do your job, remember, we ain't friends
Bitch nigga hatin' who I am
Same kid from inside the den
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 robbers in
Bitch, I been a survivor, line
Full of shooters, nigga
This a shotta's pen'
357 with them coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, say, "Kill the goat"
Never tell his thoughts, they'll never know
He be masked down with that Calico
On Canal Street with that Nola dope
Hunnid grand, I connect the four
Ridin' 'round with a spark, bitch
When a nigga tell me sell a line, it's no
Disrespect my mind, you know
Show li' daddy how it go
Leave this bitch, we just hit the block
Spin again, wet up the store
Try and hop out and sprint, shoot at that ho
Demon baby, demon flow
Say they fuck with you but really don't
Arrogant 'cause I seen it before
Real gang baby made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I been in need
Kano Top Boy, it's killin' season
Cut your water short for any reason
(Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh oh (Tryna talk my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money
Steady thuggin' in front of cop cars
(yeah, I come in here)
Post up on the block, still
They making sure the rocks hard
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' gather attention

From the parkin' lot, hear that
(Bah) from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures
We steppin' on leeches
False claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya
Shoot the whole thing when you
Play with that nigga got a bad nose
Then you might catch a seizure
Pull off, 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
Tell 'em sign wit' these demons (Bah, bah)
I say, "Kill the home of the land"
Fiendin' for that blood, I'm seven up
I need three more, like, bitch, I need it
(I need ten, bah, I need ten
Ten motherfucker
Ten bodies, ten hats, ten momma baby souls)