YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I Want His Soul lyrics

(BJ on one)
Huh, they been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me
(G06 goin' crazy)
They been talkin' bad, yeah
They been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me (Huh)
They know I'ma flash, don't play wit' me
(Huh) huh, who that is knockin' on it?
Who that is? (D-Roc) ha, look

Thirty stick, pocket can't fit
'36 servin' that shit
Plannin' on murderin' a bitch
Don't fuck wit' that, don't fuck wit' that
Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin'
Ain't sellin' that shit
Pop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitch
The law gon' smell that bitch
Aroma strong, hit, take off his dome
I'm on that Skully shit
That's my cousin, I hope
You don't fuck wit' this


I'm gon' kill all your kids, lost soul
I say, "Grandma
Tell my God that I'm comin' home"
They want me gone, but I ain't scared
You lose your head 'bout what you said
I bang that green, my symbol red
Now, free my slimes from out the feds
Now, pussy nigga, what you said?
You know I be on that, you talk that shit
Can't take it back
You ain't shit to me, just another hat
Call his mama
I'll help that bitch bury his ass
These niggas hate Big 5, huh?
Because, they brother or cousin died
Because, they bitch want to fuck the slime
They know the realest one is I
Lil Phat gone, inside the sky
Hold it down and I don't know 'em
I pick my phone up, call up Shyne
"I need Young Thug back on my charm"
I pick my phone up, call them slimes
These pussy niggas, I can't ignore 'em
I know this one, he got some sense
And, just one want meet my
Arm that I bare wit' wipe his nose
Show that pussy nigga that I slatt shit
Brrt, baow, baow, no comin' back, bitch
Should've been my friend, but you
Want to be a demon, huh?
I ain't that type of nigga that'll fill
Your bitch up wit' my semen, nah
I'ma spit in that bitch face and
Make her tell you that, "That nigga foul"
It's fuck you out that gate
And if you play, bitch, i'ma lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town
Chopper bullets sprayin' 'round
Tell that pussy, "Pick you up", by night
He still be layin' down
I'm wit' that, I don't fuck around
Can't wait 'til I catch that clown
Pussy tryna steal my whole swag
I get 'em dragged
Run down on his ass, he get no pass
He gon' get smashed
Ha, young nigga not more bloody than me
Hand full, I count on my feet
Pussy ass nigga ain't more Skully than me
Came in this game, and I'm known to beef
Real slimeball, they known to creep
Catch 'em down bad, knock 'em off his feet

Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"
I see niggas wanna be us
But, they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air
He want to see us (Nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty
Tryna be us

Nigga, soon as you see us
We hold that heat up
Better not have your mamacita wit' you
She get left put up
Flash it, glrrt, flash it, blrrt
You get the picture
Fuck wit' them real gravediggers
The one's that do real rituals (Oh, yeah)
If I say that I want you dead
Might as well go call the feds
Ain't none, ain't stoppin' 'til
We get to you, i'm gon' bust your head
I'm like, "One, two, three, four, five
Six, " nigga, fuck that count, it's twelve
You gon' be thirteen, I'm
Gon' send your stupid, scary ass to hell
Fuck who you is, them looks prevail
Did too much time inside them cells
Fuck who you kill, look, I'm too real
Got to show me, better than
You spell or rhyme, nigga
Pussy, we slang iron, nigga
Once you cross that line, nigga
Your whole family dyin', nigga
(I want his soul)
They been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me
They gon' see me flash, now
Why you play wit' me? Now, hold on
I hope that don't be my
PO knockin' at my door
'Cause, she don't even know the kid
Been tryna heal up his soul

Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"
I see niggas wanna be us
But, they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air
He want to see us (Nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty
Tryna be us