Lost Soul

[Chorus]
Yeah, sometimes I feel like a lost soul (Yo)
Tired of the arguments, it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Tired of this bitch, 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 gone
You might as well just teleport, you got stuck at home
Ehh, I feel like Taylor Gang when I'm gettin' stoned
You just gotta disrespect one time, then you know I'm gone
I did not give her top on mine bitch you know I'm on
You know that niggas playin', I done spent two million on my fuckin' own
Hold on, let me make this a shit-talking song
Fucking with your bitch, 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 bitch down, yeah my favorite game dominoes
I just know English but I told that bitch, "adiós"
Bitch smell like a seafood spot, yeah she Pappadeaux
Lil' bitch got her titties done, now she poppin' those (Ho, whoa, no)
You can't be talkin' shit about me, your bank account froze
Mine on the other hand, it's filled with them zeros
My bitch, 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 bitch, that bitch 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 bitch, 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 bitch, man it's gettin' old (Yeah)
Finna take a risk you know what I'm on