GLO OR YO SOUL lyrics

[Intro: ZOTiYAC]
Foe nem, in the cut
Like some sardines
Ayy, b*tch

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
I'm smokin' on gas
He smokin' on stress
Ain't worry 'bout that
I know I'm up next
I know they up caps
They know I up Tecs
I pour up that act'
I pull out that Tec
I got some sh*t that I cannot flex
He don't got no clique
But say "on the set"
Flippin' these zips
And savin' these checks
She suck on my di*k, then lay on my chest
Hollow the bullets
They shoot through the vest
I'm gonna pull it, when you least expect
Usually use it for you and your threat
But sometimes I just shoot 'cause a n*gga upset
Empty a clip
Then I make the sunset
Catch you slippin'
You trippin', get hit in one leg
He say he want to know death
f*ckin' with me
n*gga that's the first step
Foe nem be bangin' wherever we go
Clip just be hanging forever, be low
b*tches be sayin' whatever sound good
But It's better if I can't get sh*t, but the throat
Little you know, I don't feel for you hoes
Reach in yo' pockets, I'm filling some holes
We're on the rose, n*gga run me the dough
Either that or your life, n*gga one gotta go
[Chrous: KILL STACY]
Ayy, n*gga, it's yo' glo or yo' soul
It's yo' glo or yo' soul, b*tch
Ayy, n*gga, it's yo' glo or yo' soul
Ayy, n*gga, it's yo' glo or yo' soul

[Verse 2: KILL STACY]
Ai-aim my wrist
Glock in this b*tch
Droppin' a thous' in this b*tch
Sound like a lake, we pull up to your crib
When we kickin' the door up that sh*t
[?] a few times
Like you high, I pop 12 on yo' block
You get jumped on the spot
Cappers on ross, and I'm movin' some Glocks
And I'm movin' no opps, 'cause me like it me not
Lil' give it to me lil' n*gga, I'm takin' it
f*ck all these n*ggas
I've never been fakin' it
That's a relationship
That's what is fake wit' it
All of these b*tches
They let 'em compare me sh*t
Up on the block [?]
Getting a [?] then I'm makin' a play with it
Takin' a [?] then I'm making a play with it
Getting the paper
Then head to the [?]
Double my sock with the clip in my head
I got some [?] on, yo' b*tch in my whip
Diamonds they glisten it's cuttin' my wrist
And I go and cop more and I fill it with p*ss
Real with the diamonds
Look better they hit
I cannot f*ck with no regular b*tch
I need a foreign hoe, who tell my rap flow
And I'm 'sposing that shawty
Just how she ignore it
[Outro: KILL STACY]
Robbin' in yo' glo or yo' soul, ayy
I'm poppin' sh*t, yo' glo or yo' hoe, ayy
Poppin' sh*t [?] with new foes, ayy
That's the sh*t you know, look la lil' bih