ＳＯＵＬ 空の 「ｃｉｇｈｔ」
[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 bitch 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 fuck with thick bitches cuz I know they eaten

Nigga I don’t love that hoe
Nigga I don’t love that bitch
Nigga you can have that hoe
Cuz I can’t trust a soul
Nigga I don’t trust a soul
Fuck nah man

[verse 2]
I can’t trust a soul
I can’t trust a bitch
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 shit
Why you niggas be chasing these bitches man that’s the shit that I don’t get
Yung nardo I be chasing this dough I could really care less bout a bitch
Hoe
You know what I’m saying Nigga shout out my brother Richie Nigga
You know what I’m saying Nigga yung Nigga cight on this mother fucker hoe
Shit stupid hard and I’m stupid high Nigga
Turn up the fuck Nigga
Pour up Nigga
Wassup then