Draft Coming From My Soul lyrics

[Intro]
My soul
b*tch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
b*tch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
O-three-nine sh*t, man (My soul)
Let's get it
My soul, my soul
b*tch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul

[Pre-Chorus]
You can't ever catch me lackin', I can't go
I feel the draft comin' for my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
I got that thirty on my waist, I'll let it blow

[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
Like them boxers, we ain't even aimin' low
Even if it's green light I can't go
Like your b*tch 'bout that thirty always blow

[Verse 1]
If you don't bang what I bang you can suck a di*k
I'm so EBK, I'm shootin' at my own clique
Them opp n*ggas know they get the whole clip
They thought my pants ripped the way I let them bullets shift
That be them hollow tips, you n*ggas shootin' that bullsh*t
My whole body rock 'cause it got that horse kick
No more n*ggas to kill, we shootin' caskets
Got hella shots so I guess y'all n*ggas baskets
SahBabii Schwarzenegger, b*tch, I'm 'bout that action
And when it come to the opps we assassins
So pus*y n*gga bet' not get caught lackin'
It ain't no chickens in the jungle, boy, we savage
[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
Like them boxers, we ain't even aimin' low
Even if it's green light I can't go
Like your b*tch 'bout that thirty always blow

[Verse 2]
Boy, them tech nines put a hole in you like a bee hive
Smokin' strong dope in the Lambo', we treed out
Hella drive-by's up on the opps in the Nissans
My choppers transform like a autobot from Cybertron
b*tch, it's kaoos, I'm runnin' up in your pentagon
If you ain't f*ckin' with the team you get sent to God
You get nailed down if your goofy ass is lookin' odd
We plug your ass like a charger to a iPod
b*tch, I'm trained to go, this Glock game no safety
Them bullets eat you up, now that sh*t is tasty
Big choppers got my arms shakey
Now your thot tryna f*ck, I want the facey

[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel the draft comin' for my soul
Like them boxers, we ain't even aimin' low
Even if it's green light I can't go
Like your b*tch 'bout that thirty always blow