Soulless (feat. Brodle)

You a souless rapper You are foolish cunt now Pulling up the strap aue Fucking with a stripper Pull up with the boys now Betting on a full house Down a bottle of vodka Rolling in a sports car Pulling up her pink bra Filling up her mouth ah Gold chain when I f*ck her Hands around her neck yeah Bruises on her legs here Hickey on her neck woah Fucking up on your bitch Yeah I really went there Your finna make me tap out Dont think that I can take much Your being such a souless f*ck Shut ya fucking mouth right up Feels like im fucking drowning The weight all seems so crowding Somehow my heart keeps pounding My body its collapsed From smoking all these packs From smoking hella crack I'm still here gaining racks Why arent you here doing that Whiskey Coke on table Sure you ready for it You know you boy's gon get it Putting ice on my wrist Gold upon my neck F*ck your dirty money Pull up in a 'vette Burnout on your ass Cutting up the grass Sell it out to friends Makin dirty green Sippin purple lean Smokin' fatty grass Get knocked on your ass Drunk out of your mind Time to celebrate