Draft Coming From My Soul
[Intro]
My soul
Bitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
Bitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
O-three-nine shit, man (My soul)
Let's get it
My soul, my soul
Bitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
[Pre-Chorus]
You can't ever catch me lackin', I can't go
I feel the draft comin' for my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
I got that thirty on my waist, I'll let it blow
[Chorus]
Bitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
Like them boxers, we ain't even aimin' low
Even if it's green light I can't go
Like your bitch 'bout that thirty always blow
[Verse 1]
If you don't bang what I bang you can suck a dick
I'm so EBK, I'm shootin' at my own clique
Them opp niggas know they get the whole clip
They thought my pants ripped the way I let them bullets shift
That be them hollow tips, you niggas shootin' that bullshit
My whole body rock 'cause it got that horse kick
No more niggas to kill, we shootin' caskets
Got hella shots so I guess y'all niggas baskets
SahBabii Schwarzenegger, bitch, I'm 'bout that action
And when it come to the opps we assassins
So pussy nigga bet' not get caught lackin'
It ain't no chickens in the jungle, boy, we savage
[Chorus]
Bitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
Like them boxers, we ain't even aimin' low
Even if it's green light I can't go
Like your bitch 'bout that thirty always blow
[Verse 2]
Boy, them tech nines put a hole in you like a bee hive
Smokin' strong dope in the Lambo', we treed out
Hella drive-by's up on the opps in the Nissans
My choppers transform like a autobot from Cybertron
Bitch, it's kaoos, I'm runnin' up in your pentagon
If you ain't fuckin' with the team you get sent to God
You get nailed down if your goofy ass is lookin' odd
We plug your ass like a charger to a iPod
Bitch, I'm trained to go, this Glock game no safety
Them bullets eat you up, now that shit is tasty
Big choppers got my arms shakey
Now your thot tryna fuck, I want the facey
[Chorus]
Bitch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
Like them boxers, we ain't even aimin' low
Even if it's green light I can't go
Like your bitch 'bout that thirty always blow