Snatching Souls

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808, cut sound
Ooh, phooey
Marvel, you a deadbeat
DJ Flair, make the money flare

I be in the trenches, we be snatchin' souls
I got killers who came home and fucked up parole
Got some nasty ass bitches dancin' on a pole
Got some classy ass bitches who achieving goals

Get out of line with the clique, we gon' wipe your nose
I call my plug Ludacris because he throwin' bows
F*ck snitches, we leave them in ditches if he ever told
If it ain't McLaren, bitch, I'm tryna cop a Rolls Royce

Fed, slide, this one outta here
I'm still talkin' bout my past life
You gotta do what you gotta do to get your bag right
Before that mouth popped off, my auntie had that crack pipe

Gettin' a hundred racks a week, I made ten on a bad night
Got a call, said an op DOA
Heard he got clapped twice
Went to the ground smokin' on a grandma's eye, yeah

Ain't that shite
I ain't payin' attention
I'm in Beijing watchin' some crabs fight
Did a show, packed it up on my way home

This my last flight
She just got it done, so I complimented on her ass nice
I can get in places you can't get in, but a badge might
I took off like a Sprinter

I'm like the 2001 Jigga
Only boss in the building
Watch me just say, it can cost you millions
It's an awesome feeling

When you stack that rap money to the ceiling
Hope you don't try to rob this villain
I'ma take the chainsaw, I'ma kill him
This ain't no lie, a gangster in a bow tie

Instagram go live, scorin' on the gold line
I don't rent it dawg, I own mine
Got 200 on chime
Gotta say no to them broke guys

007 got a gold nine
It's a 101, it's a Russian nine
Can't take it back
If it's done, it's done

Left the Gucci store, spent the honey bun
We got the best of best
When it come to us, run it up in the winter, f*ck the summer up
I be in the trenches

We be snatchin' souls
I got killers who came home and fucked up parole
Got some nasty ass bitches dancin' on a pole
Got some classy ass bitches who achievin' goals

Get out of line with the clique
We gon' wipe your nose
I call my plug Ludacris because he throwin' bows
F*ck snitches, we leavin' them in dentures if he ever told

Philly McLaren bitch, I'm tryna cop a rose
My spot jumpin' like double dust
Thousand eight grams on the scale, we gon' cut it up
Givin' y'all that fittin' off flow

Got a M16 and a trench coat
We gettin' bred like French toast
You know I'm doin' this shit off impulse
Yeah, you on your way to a M, you gettin' close

Buzz down Carter like a pimpo
Say you better than me, that's an insult
Put us both on the track like the fan salt
I'm married to the gang, no in-laws

But the front like Hannibal's
Poetic justice, I'm on Danneron
When the cops boop, we be gettin' lost
She be suckin' with lip gloss on

Court dates just got postponed
Call my shooter Carl Malone
I changed plans, you ain't call my phone
Used to have a heart, now it's gone

It's cold as ice cream cone
Guns no license for
Where they got them indictments from
I'm so clean

But I live by that Viking code
Know what I mean
Sippin' lean, liftin' up Lambo doors
She a Charlie Angel, but she scheming with the devil

I just buried so much money, I need two shovels
My eyes low on the medical
Can't pull my strings, I'm not no puppet
I'm not no fuckin' cello

Stop askin' me what the trenches is
It's a fuckin' ghetto
That choppa make you flip like you tryin' to win a medal
Free my dawgs out the kennel

I got this effin' in a rental
Gucci bag stuffed with cash for any incidentals
I be in the trenches
We be snatchin' souls

I got killers who came home and fucked up parole
Got some nasty ass bitches dancin' on a pole
Got some classy ass bitches who achieving goals
Get out of line with the clique

We gon' wipe your nose
I call my plug Ludacris because he throwin' bows
F*ck snitches, we leavin' them in ditches if he ever told
If it ain't McLaren, bitch, I'm tryin' to cop a Rolls

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