Lost Soul lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo)
Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Tired of this b*tch, man, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Finna take a risk, you know what I'm on

[Verse]
I should drop 30 on my wrist, make it two-tone
But I should just get a new crib, bought a new home
Wh-when I get my new crib, then my mother 'lone
You might as well just teleport, you got stuck at home
Ehh, I feel like I'm Taylor Gang when I'm gettin' stoned
You just gotta disrespect one time, then you know I'm gone
I did not give her [?], b*tch, you know I'm on
You know that n*ggas playin', I done spent two million on my f*ckin' own
Hold on, let me make this a sh*t-talking song
Swerving with your b*tch, and I got my Rick Owens on
I don't even be knowing names of these drugs no more
Just walk in your favorite store and I'm buying all the clothes (What, whoa)
Knock a b*tch down, yeah, my favorite game dominoes
I just know English but I told that b*tch, "adiós"
b*tch smell like a seafood spot, yeah, she Pappadeaux
Lil' b*tch got her titties done, now she poppin' those
You can't be talkin' sh*t about me, your bank account froze
Mine on the other hand, it's filled with them zeros
My b*tch, on the other hand, she know how to cook and roll
And all my other hoes, they know how to rock and roll
I think I took after my dad, I could [?] spot a hoe
But when I get that one b*tch, that b*tch gon' be mine, though
But when I get that one female, she gon' be mine, though (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Hopefully 24/7, I'm on her mind, though
You a good burger, and she eating on my mind, though
Twenty blunts, that's a twenty piece, no combo
[Chorus]
Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo)
Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Tired of this b*tch, man, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Finna take a risk, you know what I'm on
Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo)
Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Tired of this b*tch, man, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Finna take a risk, you know what I'm on