No Soul Season Lyrics

Original God No Soul Season

[Intro]
Original God

[Verse 1: Original God]
Three five seven six nine, I got tons of hoes
Underrated fashion, new model, we got tons of those
See me in the club, all black, checking on my phone
Skinny thot, like a skeleton, she always tryna bone
Witchcraft, I'm whipping up a potion, pouring up a no
Ripping off my skin, hoping to make you uncomfortable
But I need to stop it, need to stop it, taking off her clothes
Pulling out that Glock, on the spot, making you die slow

[Verse 2: Phantom Caine]
Tell your bitch to see me on the map
This that shit, this that shit I do, what the f..ck was that?
I be killing everybody, f..ck is up if you ain't have my back?
I'm loaded up, watch me load the clip, I think I'm 'bout to bust
She wanna talk to me now, bitch you ain't f..cking me now
Told me to turn my shit down, you should sit back in the crowd
Dojo, I could get it on my own
Don't talk to me, bet you wasn't seen when I was on the (?)