No Soul Season Lyrics

[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 (?)

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