Soul eater! lyrics

[Intro: FLXRES]
Aight, n*gga, shut up
Yuh, uhhh
What I'm gon' say, what I'm gon' say, what I'm gon' say, what am I gon'-
Egg-egg-egg
Aight, uhhh
Uhhh
Uh

[Verse 1: FLXRES, Moxley!, 561 Santana]
Britney, b*tch, cause I did it, uh (yuh)
Cops pullin' up cause I did it (uh)
Fist beyblade, I'm gon' rip it, yuh
That b*tch on my di*k, she gon' lick it (uh)
Wait, gimme a minute, uh
Shut the f*ck up, b*tch, and spit it, uh
You all on my di*k, she gon' spin it, uh
Santana gon' handle his business (yuh)
Cartier it's all over my lenses (yea)
Take that b*tch off of my friends list
Talk about money, then send it
I got my foot on they neck in Giuseppe's
Me and my n*ggas we 'bout to stunt
I pour a six in a five
And we get all the money cause I want some mo'
These FN bullets make you hit the floor
[Interlude: FLXRES]
Uh, uh, uh, my b*tch shе bald, uh
Wait, f*ck, what was it gon' go like?
Oh, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, aight
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: FLXRES]
Walk in, lil' n*gga steppin', uh
My b*tch bald like Elеven, uh
Trappin' at 7-11, uh
Beat b*tch ass like Tekken, uh

[Interlude: FLXRES & Moxley!]
That's not- that's not it
The f*ck? Uhhh
Uh, uh, uh, yea, uh (huh, yea, yea)

[Verse 3: FLXRES & Moxley!]
Ayy, back of the class act stupid, uh
Strike through your b*tch, no Cupid, uh
Twist that b*tch up, no Rubik's, uh
Better back the f*ck up my shoes, b*tch
Uh, we start a war
Uh, she wantin' some more
Yuh, call that b*tch a whore
Uh, I'll f*ck up the store, uh
3k for the shoes, this that Christian Dior
Couple of blue turn your b*tch to a whore
Just copped some Revenge and I ordered some more
Uh, not walkin' alone, yea, I walk in with four, uh
Watch how I turn to a death scythe
I do not stop at the red light, huh
Stealing your card I'ma get right, huh
I had to cop me a red bike
10 hands and they out like a damn strike
Uh, Tory Lanez, that b*tch gon' dance right (yuh)
Dominican b*tch on my di*k, huh
2 hoes on me like Death the Kid, huh
My girl, she leave with your b*tch, huh
Beyblade on my di*k, let it rip
f*ck n*gga, run it up
Don't got no b*tch, ain't cuff her up
I recorded the first time, f*ck, whatever, whatever, whatever
Shut the f*ck up
All that f*ckin' talking pus*y, you best walk up
[Outro: FLXRES & Moxley!]
This guy stinks! Ahhh