Soul Stealer - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

It’s Young

Mook got the kids jumpin'

Before the night, it’s gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch (Ooh, nah)

Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch

Keep plenty guns', come from slums

Like, fuck how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

It’s straight redrum, I scream out dumb

'Cause I’m gon' shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)

And that’s a death row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it

Came from a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it

Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it

Tell bro, «Move right, the cops been on it»

Can’t copyright, change your persona

Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it

Fuck nigga, you’ll work or do your job, remember, we ain’t friends

Bitch nigga hatin' who I am, same kid from inside the pen'

Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins

Get in your shit, then I dive again

When that bag came, then the rob was in

Bitch, I been a survivor, lyin'

Full of shooters, nigga, this a shotta’s pen'

.357 with them coppers in it

Reaper of the industry, they say, «Killer ghost»

Never tell his thoughts, they’ll never know

He be maxed down with that calico

On Connect Street with that, know your dough

Hunnid grand, I connect the four

Ridin' 'round with a spark, bitch

When a nigga tell me, so the line is, «No»

Disrespect my mind, you know

Show that daddy how it go

Leave these bitch bitches, hit the block

Spin again when at the store

Try and run and sprint, shoot at that ho

Demon baby, demon flow

Say they fuck with you but really don’t

A-I gang 'cause I seen it before

Real gang baby made through the snow

Like a Hot Boy, I been in here

Come on Top, boy, it’s killin' season

Catchin' a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna talk my talk, that shit)

Chasin' money, steady thuggin' from the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)

Post up on the block, still, they made him show the Rasta'

Nigga, do you catch the drift?

(Bah, bah-bah)

Oh (Boom, bah, gang), oh-oh (Lil' Top)

Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them cold killers (I did, I did)

Ayy, straight up out the back with them same niggas

Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention

From the parkin' lot, hit that bitch from the bleachers

Runnin' with creatures, we steppin' on leeches

False claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya

Do the whole thing when you play with that Nina

Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure

Pull up, blow that bitch up for no reason

Shoot that shit up, then we leavin'

Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?

I want these niggas to understand, 'til I’m sayin' with these demons (Bah, bah)

I said, «Kill the home, all of them»

Cravin' for that blood, I’m sittin' up

I need three more, like, bitch, I need

(I need ten, bah, I need ten

Ten motherfucker, ten, baby

Ten lil' babies, oh)