Fuming Soldier

Back in the lambo again Brothers are all my soldiers Spin the block when I see your face Fake Whenever you're out is fake Smell like bin Smell like jakes Put the bullet to all your soldiers Take your soul and your tiny fiend All dem talking bagga bin You talk bad, everything gets black We go into the traphouse flat Now bore cases Them youths think they're all bad All of your friends are snapchat fans They all talk without the stylist walk They all talk without the stylist walk Fucking your bitch I knew she a how I recommend you to leave her alone Niggas be getting too comfortable Lights go off better watch your tone Never afraid of pussyhole Step in your flat with the leverage on Step in black with the nikes on If you try me the job'll get done Switch up your niggas Fucked your hoes Drilling on the daily You'll soon get Bun Came with the feeling Calling the spirits They think we're sweetened F*ck up your face Niggas like chicken They never did it I see the weakness Through the fucking face Fiction played on the 808's I would shoot a nigga in the face If I have to Nigga gon' hack you like we supposed to Back in the lambo again Brothers are all my soldiers Spin the block when I see your face Fake Whenever you're out is fake Smell like bin Smell like jakes Put the bullet to all your soldiers Take your soul and your tiny fiend All dem talking bagga bin Sending goonies, handling work With the metal hand them desert Because they sweet like dem got murked You must believe your flat I'll burn Rollie came with dior from Turks If some man get touched They all must get fucked up Them youths known for the lucky jobs Better come back with the money Niggas be playing with my money Either they run with it Or niggas ain't got no money But we ain't stressing Backwood we burning Nigga know we stunting Finna' stop your bluffing Ain't got no feelings, long time ago they stole it I've been tryna get the bands When it's something, kinda' stoic They ain't moving no nothing I've been tryna' tell these niggas I got it I got the lines on the passenger side Wacking niggas like Atari, hey Back in the lambo again Brothers are all my soldiers Spin the block when I see your face Fake Whenever you're out is fake Smell like bin Smell like jakes Put the bullet to all your soldiers Take your soul and your tiny fiend All dem talking bagga bin