Lyrics I Want His Soul - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(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

30 stick, pocket can't fit, '36 servin' that shit
Plannin' on murderin' a bitch
Don't fuck with that, don't fuck with 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 with this, I'm gon' kill all your kids, lost soul

I say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm coming 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 with
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 with 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 with 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 with you, she get left put up
Flash it, grrt, 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 12"
You gon' be 13, 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, 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 P.O knockin' at my door
'Cause, she don't even know the kid been tryna heal up his soul

Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothing 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