Soul Snatcher

(Marc Madness, let's go crazy)
(Are you in the mafia?) look

Ten bottles in the bar
It came with the sparkles
That 40 with the beam
It came with the hollows
When you climbin' up the ladder
Niggas wanna doubt you
You start gettin' money
Then they talk about you
This a thirty strip of hundreds, baby
Let me spread
If you suck me up right now, girl
You gon' get ahead
Three hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
You say you a soul snatcher, bitch
Come take it then

Hit him with the oohwop
I'm icy like I'm Guwop
LA in a new drop, feelin' like I'm Tupac
Pull 'em down, bend it over, baby
Let me see your friеnd talkin' 'bout
"What it's layin' like?" Let's
Let hеr see bitch, you gotta pay
You can't get this shit for free
The fiends say it's strong
This shit from the Medellín
I tripled up the chi chi 'cause
I hit it with a three if anybody ask
You ain't get this shit from me
The right mix turn a little to a lot of G's
I'm poppin' P's
'bout to pour up a lot of lean
I'm in the condo by myself
With a lot of sleeves
I'm hearin' funny voices in here
But the chop in reach
Amiri jeans now, it was Artful Dodgers
Seven hundred horsepower came
With the Charger
Sometimes you win or you lose
You just gotta charge it
These niggas ain't real
Most these niggas fraudulent
When the hating don't work
Then the rumors spread
Nigga play around with me, bitch
I want his head the jeans I wear cost a
Thousand just for a leg
You say you a soul snatcher, bitch
Come take it then oh, you freaky freaky
Huh? This shit beyond me
Sayin' all this shit like she want
Me to get behind it
The Perc' just kicked in
It was perfect timing
Shit talkin' when we fuck
She wanna wine and dine me
You get to loose talkin', boy
Then we gotta wipe you
If your bitch ass get to hidin'
Then we gotta find you
You meet my A&R, I'm not tryna sign you
I was broke, but sometimes you gotta put
The past behind you i go to Meech and Hutch
Not no Diamond Island
Throw your bitch ass a party
With some big surprises
These niggas ain't real
They got on good disguises
I chose that bitch over you
She got the gooder license
Put all my chains on, bitch
I turn into a lightshow
Few bands in a hundreds on a nigga
That's a light row goin' to the K
But I'm passin' through Ohio
The J's gon' keep knockin', keep callin'
Get the right dope

Ten bottles in the bar
It came with the sparkles
That 40 with the beam
It came with the hollows
When you climbin' up the ladder
Niggas wanna doubt you
You start gettin' money
Then they talk about you
This a thirty strip of hundreds, baby
Let me spread
If you suck me up right now, girl
You gon' get ahead
Three hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
You say you a soul snatcher, bitch
Come take it then