Wicked Soul

[Hook: KZ- Hinton]
I'm on some mobbing shit
I'm on some gangster shit
I'm on some shoot this nigga up
And who he came in with
I heard he plotting on a robbery
Niggas ain't robbing me
Nigga check my résumé
My niggas gon' ride for me
Heard that he want smoke he better lay low
Got Perkies in my Faygo
I'm rocking with my shooters til the case closed
Tryna make sure I dispose a couple opps
These niggas taking shots
Like we won't pull up with the Glock and make it pop

[Verse 1: KZ- Hinton]
Niggas on that lame shit
Your mans gon' switch up for a bitch who let the gang hit
He turned a ho into a housewife, that's his main bitch
Keep that umbrella and a poncho when the rain hit
Fuck what you going through, they told me let it go
If he a savage, I'm a demon
Tell them niggas let me know
I gave his ass another chance
I coulda slit that niggas throat
Most of them niggas say they love you
But be hating on the low
But them niggas probably broke, for real
And I'm just tryna get paid
And she ain't no good intentions
She just tryna get laid
If you get tied up in this shit
You gon' get locked like a braid
They crossed the line too many times
Gon' have to bring out the tape
She stabbed me in the back
I told the bitch she already played
She got addicted to them drugs
And tried to push me away
Sometimes before I rage
I put myself in a cave
And all my dogs still doing time
I break them out of the cage
Can't let a lot of shit phase me, no
I been having dreams
That I just went and copped a lambo
I won't let these niggas take me out
I'm going Rambo
I'm walking on water
I got Gucci on my sandals
Tell her have some patience
Cause I'm litty like a candle
Invested time into the wrong people
My uncle plugged in with the dope
So he don't trust either
I got on different type of drip
And that's for every season
That boy a soldier
I been praying with the fucking demons

[Verse 2: Lil Mace]
I've been tryna run my bands up
XD on my hip, I'm too up to put my hands up
Niggas talking shit, but they ain't rich
They really paying us
My brother got a blick
I swear to god that it get dangerous
Niggas always talking about, they gon' get me
Oh he run off with some pack?
But still broke, I don't get it
Just want money
Why the fuck they always speak on my business?
Drop a bag and get them gone
Out Chi-Raq, they come spending
Can't trust a ho
I'm gon' mob on my brothers
Out the mud, we was hurt
So we there for each other
I can't lie
I know some niggas that done stole from their mother
Everything a nigga been through
I'm tryna recover
I fucked that bitch
And I just tell her put them hands up
Me and KZ making moves
So they tryna frame us
I was in the fit
While you was putting on pajamas
My nigga caught a body
Paranoid, he keep a hammer
I said, my nigga caught a body
Paranoid, he keep a hammer

[Hook: KZ- Hinton]
I'm on some mobbing shit
I'm on some gangster shit
I'm on some shoot this nigga up
And who he came in with
I heard he plotting on a robbery
Niggas ain't robbing me
Nigga check my résumé
My niggas gon' ride for me
Heard that he want smoke he better lay low
Got Perkies in my Faygo
I'm rocking with my shooters til the case closed
Tryna make sure I dispose a couple opps
These niggas throwing shots
Like we won't pull up with the Glock and make it pop