Soul

Lyrics:

(Fuck you ran on it)
(Nigga fuck you stand on it)

(Yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Ooo)

I don't give a damn nigga
Nigga fuck you stand on it (Yeah, yeahh)
He talk crazy we ran on him
I count bread throw a band on him
Yeah we on top of the gang we planned on it
Glock finna burn finna leave a whole tan on him
Chop got a beam and a flame no hands on it
Walking on that block to your crib we ran on it (Hahh)
Playing with my gang nigga know you ain't stand on it

Yeah drive in that bitch on random
Yeah I'm going on ghost like phantom
Yeah you acting like a kid throwing tantrums
Yeah we pull up on the block jumping high gonna land on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I ain't wasting no time nigga stand on it (Ooo)
Yeah I don't fuck with broke niggas put a band on him
Showing out the world on my grind got a plan for him
Yeah ima say it for the time you in danger
Yeah I can't save that hoe ain't a ranger
Yeah you tryna press me get folded like paper
Yeah you better watch out for your hoe ima take her
All that bark no bite know it's what you make it
Yeah I'm floating on the mic finna make them bangers
Yeah I'm hanging with my boy at the stu in Atlanta
Finna sign all they mixtapes know they all fanned out
When I pulled up to the function know they all done ran out (yeahh)
You in danger
You know I ain't keeping shit sweet don't say it
Yeah I'm bout to feed a nigga glock bodega
You ain't see the signs she from hell from satan
Yeah I'm spending all the guap everyday can't take it
You play with me get cooked up like bacon
Frying in the pot stir fry gonna bake it
You hating on my grind all the way you in danger

(Yeahhh)
(Yeahhhuh)
(Ooooo)
(Ooooo)
(Ahhhhh)
(Drive in a bitch on, yeah drive in a bitch on random yeah)
(Drive in a bitch on random yeah)
(Drive in a bitch on random yeah)

I don't give a damn nigga
Nigga fuck you stand on it (Yeah, yeahh)
He talk crazy we ran on him
I count bread throw a band on him
Yeah we on top of the gang we planned on it
Glock finna burn finna leave a whole tan on him
Chop got a beam and a flame no hands on it
Walking on that block to your crib we ran on it (Hahh)
Playing with my gang nigga know you ain't stand on it
Yeah drive in that bitch on random
Yeah I'm going on ghost like phantom
Yeah you acting like a kid throwing tantrums
Yeah we pull up on the block jumping high gonna land on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I ain't wasting no time nigga stand on it (Ooo)
Yeah I don't fuck with broke niggas put a band on him
Showing out the world on my grind got a plan for him (Hahhh)

Danger

Lyrics:

(Yeahhh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)
Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)
Yeah (Skrt)
Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)
Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah
Went too fast up in that coupe, you know they can't see us, yeah (Can't see us)
You know I'm dripped in chrome, broke niggas can't see it, yeah (Can't see it)
I live for my soul all the way, and I follow Jesus, yeah (Amen)
You know that we mopped your whole block you getting straight cleaned up

Yeah, streets of rage, walk em down I keep my pistol tight (Yeah woah)
Yeah I don't make songs with these rap niggas they all suck I ain't gonna lie (Oo)
Yeah my shooters they switch up on your block we hit you in your eye (In your eye)
Yeah we making a hit every day on the top of the charts do it every time (Woah)
Yeah counting these racks they see it
Yeah these broke niggas they can't see it
Fuck with my niggas and we gonna T up (T up)
Yeah I don't pay attention, yeah I can't see it
Yeah signing that contract know we read it
Yeah your hoe for the gang all the way she teaming (Teaming)
Yeah pray for your soul to the Lord you need it
Yeah open up there like a book gonna read it (Yeah)

Yeah when I'm going outside Ima keep my pistol
You say you for the gang lil nigga don't switch up (Don't switch)
Bout to drop these hoes finna hit my bitch up
I'll sign your shirt, I don't do no pictures
I tote with that glock, yeah we gonna get you (Get you)
Yeah wipe a nigga nose down with some tissue (Tissue)
Yeah lag on the switch but you know it's gonna hit you (Hit you)
Got shot in his chest, lil nigga who hit you?
We in war we on attack (Ohh)
Chop hit him down, now he passing
Got my switch up, now it's lagging (Woo)
Get with my fame live in lavish
Got that guap you know we taxing
Yeah post my tape and I got traction
I ain't worried bout y'all finna get my racking
Put him in a box ship him off in a package (Yeahh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)
Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)
Yeah (Skrt)
Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)
Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah

Yeah, streets of rage, walk em down I keep my pistol tight (Yeah woah)
Yeah I don't make songs with these rap niggas they all suck I ain't gonna lie (Oo)
Yeah my shooters they switch up on your block we hit you in your eye (In your eye)
Yeah we making a hit every day on the top of the charts do it every time (Woah)
Yeah counting these racks they see it
Yeah these broke niggas they can't see it
Fuck with my niggas and we gonna T up (T up)
Yeah I don't pay attention, yeah I can't see it
Yeah signing that contract know we read it
Yeah your hoe for the gang all the way she teaming (Teaming)
Yeah pray for your soul to the Lord you need it
Yeah open up there like a book gonna read it (Yeah)

(Yeah, yeahh)
Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)
Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)
Yeah (Skrt)
Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)
Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah (Yeah)

Savior

Lyrics:

Mmm
Ahhhh (Yeahh)

Yeahhh (Damn)
I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster
Yeah, I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster

Yeah talking bout you got that lil bitch you don't even know (Damn)
Yeah fucking with my crew we finna pop out like a toaster (Yeah)
Yeah that weak ass tape ain't get no streams yeah I told you (Yeah I told you)
Yeah big bad wolf, drive by your crib blow the house down
Swerve in the whip with the za and we smoke pounds (Ah)
Yeah your bitch she a OD bop, she blew the whole house
Yeah I punch a nigga bird chest now he screaming out loud
Fat nigga get ejected touching bitches, you got four fouls
Yeah 100k for my wrist watch, you know I bought it (I bought it)
How you broke and 45? Old nigga yeah you got it (You got it)
Put a switch and a beam on the glock like a rocket (Damn)
Got your on the phone, she on the bed, I'm on the top fucking (Ay what)
Yeah shoot the glock got a lag switch you know my shit ducking (Brrsh)
Yeah my bro said he finna drop a tape, I said "Shit, fuck it" (Fuck it)
Yeah that nigga ain't no rat, shot his head, you ain't see nothing (Damn)
Yeah my bitch don't play, RBF she be mean mugging
Yeah down low hit you with the glock, send you straight to Heaven
Yeah my niggas tote with guns, Ak's and them 67's (67)
Yeah my nigga took your knock and your chain, you don't get no leverage
Yeah I blew the nigga house down, insurance, he need Progressive (Where my phone)
Yeah hit that nigga with my car, yeah I'm finna curb on him (Finna curb)
Yeah I punch a nigga guts out, finna go berserk on him (Go berserk)
Yeah my song for the hoes in the club, they finna twerk to it (Finna twerk)
Try to teach you how to make some racks, nigga you ain't learn nothing (Damn)

Yeahhh (Damn)
I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster
Yeah, I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster (Yeahh)

Berserk (feat. TCLC)

Lyrics:

Yeah (What the fuck)
(On that gang)
On that gang nigga (Damn)
We from Heaven yeah, we are not the same nigga (Amen, yeah)
Got that glock hit your chain nigga (Hit your chain)

Yeah, roll back get up out that lane nigga (Out that lane)
Yeah these young niggas suck, man they all sound the same nigga (Damn, what the fuck)
Yeah my niggas straight dogs in this bitch great dane nigga (Bark nigga)
Yeah two bullets to his chest he ain't ok nigga (Brr, brr)

Yeah big body bendz when I slide switching lanes nigga (Damn)
Yeah heard he talking tough finna rearrange his brains nigga (What the fuck)
Yeah FNF tucked bet this shit got range nigga (FNF)
Yeah he ain't make it out if he speaking on my name nigga (Speaking on my name, what the fuck)
Yeah hold on, I can't save her (Damn)
Yeah dropping all my hoes, baby girl I ain't no player (Love my bitch)
Nigga speak up say it with your chest nigga say it (Fuck nigga say it)
I got money on my mind ain't no time for a hater (Yeah I ain't got no time)
Yeah getting to the guap with my niggas we gonna chase it (Yeah get that guap)
Hella bands in my pocket flex out like a banquet (Yeah, what the fuck)
Got my plug through the pack, wrap it up, I finna tape it (Yeah tape it)
Yeah I told her hit my line when she done with the basics (Woah)
Yeah these broke ass niggas in my face it don't make sense (Why)
You know he ain't got a dollar to his name he just make cents (Got no guap)
Nigga talk loud but he broke that's a dead flex (Yeah dead, nigga)
Yeah hating on my grind cut you off ain't no fake friends (Damn, what the fuck)
I can't fuck with these rap niggas (Niggas suck)
Glock got a generation, finna hit your dad nigga (Hit your dad)
Yeah spreading all this guap in your face and you sad nigga (Boo hoo)
Yeah flexing all my chains and I'm smoking on this black, nigga (Smoking on that black, boy)
Pulled up to the O, know we there wit real trap niggas (Trap talkin')
Yeah your homeboy a snake, yeah you better watch your back nigga (Watch your back)
Yeah, two shots get wiped off the map nigga (Brrah)
Yeah, I need a trophy in this bitch where my plaque nigga (Where my plaque)
Yeah real gang, and we hang with real trap niggas (In that trap)
Yeah I ain't got no time broke niggas on my back nigga (On my back)
Feed your ass a cake in a room with some fat niggas (What the fuck)
Drive by got my glock on my lap nigga (Yeah on my lap nigg)
Yeah that's my ball, get your shit packed nigga (That's my ball)
Yeah once he stop posting on the next you know it's wraps nigga (Yeah know it's wraps)
Yeah glock got a nigga running like he on that track nigga (Yeah nigga running)
Nigga better watch your mouth and your step, watch your back nigga (Watch you back nigga)
Yeah real east coast nigga, real trap nigga  (Real trap)
Nigga stop posting on the net then you know it's wraps nigga (What the fuck)
Yeah we from Heaven and you know we going back nigga (Amen)

(Yeah, real east coast nigga, real trap nigga)

Midwest Chain

Lyrics:

(Yeahhh)
(We gone leave you dead)

Getting this guap I had it yeah
I spin that block like Saturn yeah (Yeah, yeahh)
We going to the top don't matter yeah
She 21 that girl savage yeah (Woah)
Got an attitude, who you mad at yeah?
We counting all this bread live and lavish yeah (Lavish)
Baby girl you know I ain't passive yeah (Nope)
I smoking that za gone pass it yeah (Whew)
You had your time, now we finna take over
Yeah pulled out the glock finna pop like soda
Yeah you can't fuck with me and these lil niggas know
Yeah bust down watch I flex that rollie (Rollie)
Swag, chip a nigga tooth like token (Woah)
Yeah I drive in the boat and my niggas gonna row it
Yeah I throwing that cash on hoes it's flowing (Whew)
Can't fuck with lame niggas don't condone it

I remember you saying I ain't making it out
Now you hit my phone you just want that clout
Don't hit my line get out my way
I ain't got no time nigga took that route
It's my way we doing what I said
We stacking that paper finna count this bread (Yeah yeah)
Yeah DND go get left on read
You fuck with my niggas we gone leave you dead (You dead)
Dead (We gone leave you dead)
We gone leave you dead
We gone leave you dead
We gonna count that bread
We pulled up with all them racks that we gonna spend nigga
Yeah I'm finna take over the game you heard what I said nigga (Said)
Girl it's gonna be ok wipe that tear from your eyes don't shed baby (Don't shed)
We doing this day by day on the grind you know we next baby (Next)

Getting this guap I had it yeah
I spin that block like Saturn yeah (Yeah, yeahh)
We going to the top don't matter yeah
She 21 that girl savage yeah (Woah)
Got an attitude, who you mad at yeah?
We counting all this bread live and lavish yeah (Lavish)
Baby girl you know I ain't passive yeah (Nope)
I smoking that za gone pass it yeah (Whew)
You had your time, now we finna take over
Yeah pulled out the glock finna pop like soda
Yeah you can't fuck with me and these lil niggas know
Yeah bust down watch I flex that rollie (Rollie)
Swag, chip a nigga tooth like token (Woah)
Yeah I drive in the boat and my niggas gonna row it
Yeah I throwing that cash on hoes it's flowing (Whew)
Can't fuck with lame niggas don't condone it

Berserk (feat. TCLC)

Kyrie