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Xietto
Soulker

Pull up with a curse in a hearse
Put 'em on a shirt
Cock back, leave your body in the dirt
Hands in your pocket, and hands in your purse
I been robbin' Andromeda, walkin' the earth, yeah
I ain't heel 'til I'm doublin' the turnout, bitch
You can hurt, we ain't ever gonna work out
Fuck a droptop, I be in the hearse when I swerve out
I'mma catch a body, go to work

I'm from the south
Heard that you runnin' your mouth
Bitch, I'mma spit in her mouth
Cuttin' the sound like I come with the scouts
Run with the pack like I run through your house
Flip me a brick and I smoke me an ounce of it
He liftin' weight, pussy, I'm liftin' pounds
I am the king, you can see on the crown
And my Glock got extensions
Leave shells in your gowns, yeah

Ay, I'mma get rich off the loud
Ay, I got a bitch from the crowd
Ay, said that she wanted a subie hoe
But she didn't have enough clout, yeah
I put the gun in your mouth, yeah
I'm in the walls like a mouse, yeah
I just got blood on my Ksubis, hoe
And I just got blood on my town

Marks on my wrist, I been feelin' so worthless
I caught me a case and I think that it's worth it
Huntin' for snakes got me lookin' for serpents
He buildin' a bridge and I'm startin' to burn it
I got a pirate with tats on her throat
Open her coffin and spit on her bones
I want her heart, but I'm takin' her soul
The way shawty gon' fuck when she wanted a ghost

Yeah, I don't really like the energy that you've been fuckin' with
I'm comin' and I send 'em in the cold, hoo
Creepy crawly, walkin' out the dungeon
Spooky skeleton, we come and kick the dirt upon the rose, hoo

Look up and pray to my Allah
Talk to my dead friends, they talk a lot
I think I might visit they coffin
I'm hearing voices too often

Comin' out the cemetery
Ooh, you thought it was a sanctuary
Pop a couple sedentary with a sagitarry hoe
Got me feeling slow
I don't wanna talk about it though
How you gonna get me off the show?

I'm on my own
I sell a repost and go to the store
I do not deal with the devil no more
I do this shit by my lone
Hellhound militia, they come for the throne, hoo

Eugh! I'm blowing smoke
Look over my shoulders for all of my enemies
Stay on my toes
Not comatose
Poppin' that molly
That shit caught me nauseous, I'm holding my throat
Ugh, ugh, eugh!
Poppin' that molly
That shit caught me nauseous, I'm holding my throat
Ugh, ugh, eugh!