BabyTron - Soul Snatcher lyrics

Your soul is mine yeah, turn me up, Stan
ShittyBoyz lieutenant in this bitch
It's BabyTron
What up,  Dee? What up, Donny? What up, Kev?
What up, Clay? What up What up
What up What up, James? What up, Robert?
What up, Teejay? What up Man, what up
What up, ISO Jeff? Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

God bless the scam, I'll it yell at a pastor
Supreme hit for two hundred, nigga
This ain't Thrasher
Season really turn a nigga into Casper
AmEx is smacked but I'd
Rather do the Masters
Got a empty-ass heart but my pockets not
Came up off playing cards
This ain't Bakugan
Feeling like a king at the union
I am not LeBron walking up on tip? You gon'
Walk right up to God
These hoes will leave you from behind
You when they see you fall
Or go from the stands to the
Court when they see you balling
His energy was high on the Snap'
Ain't no need for talking
Twin 40s came an Undertaker
He gon' need a coffin
"Bro, can I get the sauce?", hmm
Can you walk on water?
Fucked the bitch and do a spin move
Feel like Tiki Barber
Guarantee jaws gon' drop when
I do the Charger
Moncler now, came a long way from the start
Running off with the cheese? Dawg
Got a lot of heart
He should've knew that his finish line
Was Heaven from the start
Choppa to his ribs and crack the
Nigga up like Kevin Hart
Just because you in the deep end
Don't mean you a shark
Never gave a fuck and I probably never will
Coach Tron, if I blow a whistle
Bro gon' do the drill
Ain't no Fortnite, when we shooting
Ain't no time to heal
Feeling like a wizard with the Visas
Call me "Bradley Beal"
ShittyBoyz broke? Boy, try again
Like it was an error with the piece
Bro gon' slide again
If you so tough on the 'Gram
Why you hiding then?
Good punch, OT, Delta what I'm flying in
Dukes on the phone like, "Boy
Did you eat today?" of course, ma
I had Beni's for the free today
Me and you aren't the same, boy
This some Bathing Ape
I see you begging in champs for some layaway
Give up rapping, boy
You still ain't got a single fade
Got this off the jacks, nigga
I ain't touch a single gram
I just walked out with ten
Giffies off a single jam bro got a Drac'
The clip longer than a Pringles can
ShittyBoyz broke? I'll smack fire out him
ShittyBoyz with me, man
I can't roll without 'em
So many packages, I can't even count 'em
The opps rock Fucci so it's
Only right I clown 'em good Yeezys on
I ain't get 'em off of Poshmark
Bro'll spot up and bust that
Bitch like Josh Hart
Comme des Garçons on so you know I got heart
Bro got the buffs
Iced him out like a Pop Tart
What the fuck is beef? I'm
Focused on the money
Where the bank accounts? I'm
Focused on the dummies
Pack a punch Glock, turn him to a mummy
She's a lil' freak
She chew me like a gummy