BSE - Soul Snatchers (feat. NEEM) Lyrics

I told you im not a f*cking rapper
(I make f*ckin shirts dude)
(Thats legit it)
(dealerboys)
(dealerboys)
(deeeeelearboys)
Cold devil, no ice, no bezel Take the case to court and I bet ill beat or settle
I'm sippin lean like a schedule (of course)
And I rock like heavy metal dont get hot kettled yeah this hot jam is f*cked, you don't wanna
Be around.
These clocks dont they dont stop
Yeah we dont stop until im putting
Diamonds on this tick tock
Turn around so I can f*ck you while your friends
Watch baby My bitch says say sorry for sippin lean
Im just tryna get up in between.
Them legs, I'm on dexamphetamine
(hey pookie im home)
Its a massacre I'm moving round, yeah I'm moving tactical
A 78 baby thats gonna f*cking rapture ya,
And i aint with the raptor squad.
And I ain't with the squad at all
Sippin on my cup, baby, I'm poppin a like a Benadryl
Hot like a fever, cold like a freezer Painstop definitely ain't f*ckin helpin
Either
Do i want top, or f*ck?
Bitch neither
Manifest reality, really, Imma a be(leave)her Yeah baby, I'm only here to f*ckin leave
I put my dick up in your spleen while you pour my cup of lean up.
Hot like a fever, cold like a freezer Painstop really ain't f*ckin helpin either
Do i want top, or f*ck?
Bitch neither
Manifest reality, yeah, Imma a be(leave)her
But if she ask me who I'm cheatin on, then I'm a leaver
I'm a leaver, baby, I don't need ya
Make more money at a trap than a feature
Get up on your knees like a motherf*ckin preacher, baby
I'm a f*ckin preacher.
See your man, he a preacher And your girl, she a leech yeah
She suckin on me like a leech yea Feet up on a beach, yeah
Kickin back foreign cleats, yeah
She told me put like 10k up on her ass, baby I'm tryna put like 10k up in this gas, baby
I don't really drink, but I'm just sippin on a bottle
Tryna figure out if it's me or your ass, it's got the wobble, baby
Slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide Slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide
Pull your panties, pull your pants to the side
(dealer boys) (Northside)
(angelic vocals you cant percieve)
Slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide, slip and slide
Pull your pretty, pretty, pretty panties to the side
Pull your pretty, pretty, pretty panties to the side
(hey pookie im home)
Two Blakes, one track,
That's fine
That's fine,
That's fine