ＳＯＵＬ 空の 「ｃｉｇｈｔ」 lyrics

[verse 1]
I woke up smoking gasoline
Poured an ounce of lean then went back to sleep
My best friend is a desert eagle
My main b*tch nick named Nina
A quarter p that’s a lotta reefer
Come shop with me I’ll keep your number premium
Sixth sense I see dead people
Only f*ck with thick b*tches cuz I know they eaten

n*gga I don’t love that hoe
n*gga I don’t love that b*tch
n*gga you can have that hoe
Cuz I can’t trust a soul
n*gga I don’t trust a soul
f*ck nah man

[verse 2]
I can’t trust a soul
I can’t trust a b*tch
Only trust in god
And my pistol grip
In the chevy smoking heavy bumping triple 6
Triple 7 hopeless heaven if I die my nig
Damn this night I really thought I really thought I did
I need to stop getting so high all the time and I need to stop smoking this sh*t
Why you n*ggas be chasing these b*tches man that’s the sh*t that I don’t get
Yung nardo I be chasing this dough I could really care less bout a b*tch
Hoe
You know what I’m saying n*gga shout out my brother Richie n*gga
You know what I’m saying n*gga yung n*gga cight on this mother f*cker hoe
sh*t stupid hard and I’m stupid high n*gga
Turn up the f*ck n*gga
Pour up n*gga
Wassup then