NO SOUL SEASON

Lyrics

[Intro] Original God [Verse 1: Original God] Three, five, seven, six, nine, I got tons of hoes Underrated fashion, new model, we got tons of those See me in the club, all black, checking on my phone Skinny thot, like a skeleton, she always tryna bone Witchcraft, I'm whipping up a potion, pouring up a no Ripping off my skin, hoping to make you uncomfortable But I need to stop it, need to stop it, taking off her clothes Pulling out that Glock, on the spot, making you die slow [Verse 2: Phantom Caine] Tell your bitch to see me on the map This that shit, this that shit I do, what the fuck was that? I be killing everybody, fuck is up if you ain't have my back? I'm loaded up, watch me load the clip, I think I'm 'bout to bust She wanna talk to me now, bitch, you ain't fucking me now Told me to turn my shit down, you should sit back in the crowd Dojo, I could get it on my own Don't talk to me, bet you wasn't seen when I was on the (?)