ShittyBoyz - Soul Bleed lyrics

Finna let my soul bleed like
The soles on my kicks
Off White, I might OD putting on my drip
Expensive habit's, eighty dollars
Spent it on some shrimp
Rap star, riding incognito
Hit the road with tint hutch shopper
Had to go and rose gold the kit turning in
Got Sprint looking like a dojo with bricks
Boss dinner
Meet the whole gang and Fogo's at six
Hopping out with sticks looking like
We pogo with blicks

Redbone slim thick, she my Coi Leray
Heard a opp got dropped, hip-hip hooray
Unc' been in the kitchen for a minute
He like Bobby Flay
I'ma do my thang 'cause they
Gon' hate a nigga anyway baby, I'm a star
You cannot treat me like them other lames
I'm not in FaZe
But she hatе that I be playing games
Had to tell hеr, "I can't cuff you 'cause
You all the same"
Dripping like a faucet only 'cause I
Made it through the rain

Turnt it up a notch 'cause
They ain't hear your baby
I be moving smarter so these niggas
Can't get near your baby
Seven hunnid horses why I steer so crazy
I might throw a stack of dog
Shit where my ear located
Chilling in the 'burbs but my
Ears where the streets be
It's a dirty game
I can't let nobody cheat me
Scat Packing up the Lodge, nigga, beep-beep
'Miri's off the Goose
Bet yo bitch let me beat cheeks

Unky got a birdy
Swinging iron like he Tiger Woods
Hellcat'ing through the city left
The tires cooked
New sauce for sale, 10k for the fire book
Nike tech off the Moncler
This how swipers look
Eighty dollar eighthy in the 'Wood
This how rappers smoke streets freezing
Thousand dollars when I go to grab a coat
Streets freezing
Left my veins cold like D'Angelo
Bitch a demon
Pulled up and she snatch my soul

Me and gang the greats
It's just something that you can't deny
She make me shiver
She a ten like she in junior high
Had to wait my turn
Now I'm flyer than a butterfly
I just want the money
I'm just tryna make it multiply
Peeped the fake vibes
Got away and said "I'm straight on that"
It's forever up when I see you
Don't care where you at
You can prolly catch us with some sticks
But we don't swing no bats
Give it to you but I'm not a snake
I cannot eat the cat

I been all around the country
Never been in last place
Bad hoes and Hellcats
I'm living life the fast way
Ain't no lover boy
I'm certified when I blast Drac'
Roach of Turtle Pie
That's thirty dollars in this ash tray
SB DSM, I gotta mention gang in every verse
I'm the alphabet
A different letter up on every shirt
If I ever meet a real bitch
She getting every purse
Before you ever throw a fist at me
You getting buried first phew, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song huh