KidWond3r - Old Soul lyrics

[Intro] Young n***a with a old soul n***a (x2) I'm a young n***a with a old soul n***a Out west 290 sh**, you know how I'm rockin' n***a Boochie gang man Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up You on that opp sh**, get mopstick b**h Out west 290 sh** n***a (Aye, aye) [Verse 1] I'm a young n***a with a old soul, I be f**ing old hoes Big cuban links, rose gold I don't trip on none of these hoes Young hard body, tell me how the f**ing gold flows Say you wan't some work, now get it sold I can give it to you broke down or you can get it whole Put my whole wrist in the bowl Do a magic trick, pulling up with a fist full of gold Pull up in a panoramic Porsche So what we k**ed ya' friend? f** n***a, we ain't showing no remorse Asked her do she wanna f** me, she told me of course See a young n***a stuntin, she ain't really have no choice Pistol squirt on this p**y, bet I leave remorse I get these hoes moist off the sound of my voice Call Ye[?] let that K spray, broad day Call Dre, he gon' lamp in ya' f**ing hallway Lud Foe gon blow, not ya' average young n***a Shouldn't rap about the sh** if you know you not a hitta' I got one Glock but it got two triggers Pull this b**h one time bet I hit two n***as Foreign hoes in a penthouse, we drown em in liquor I'm a robert a** man, can't lick her[?] But when I get finish I'ma, kick her, out like a player and I bet I won't miss her Kid roll a skunk in a swisher Bussin off a pill, car cost a half a mil' on that n***a I'm that n***a that get ya' block hot I'm the n***a that the cops watch! [Verse 2] Its a shootout, motherf**ing shot clock Pull up on that boy and act a fool out the drop top Now its ambulances everywhere Chiraq been Haiti'd, b**h dead bodys everywhere You think I was a pimp, got thot hoes everywhere You walk inside my house, I got marble floors everywhere Me and my n***as we ain't playin' fair We comin' for his plate if he don't wanna share He disrespect me and my n***as now he layin' there The f** n***a should've never stood there! I got a big booty b**h and she bow legged Leave the club with her, I got on a gold head You think about dissin' me? n***a go ahead The police will find ya' body but I bet you they won't find yo' head! Sleepin' on me? n***a go to bed I wake a n***a a** up with a clip full of led! Hit the club VIP, young n***a in red Balmains, P&P[?], cost an arm and a leg He gon' pull the trigger cause that f**er be scared We cut a n***a fingers off, f** around with that bread I heard you letting these rat hoes f** around in yo' head I'm high speed, dodging potholes, duckin' the feds I woke up with 2 model hoes up in my bed And I don't f** around with codeine, I drink henny instead Its one time, one time, shots getting let off Now everybody wanna go and hide now Its 2 for 1 n***a, get his sh** blown off! Now everybody scared to come outside now Like Queen Latifah with that 2, she get set off You betting I'ma lose? f** n***a better bet off And you know these hollow bullets hot, like hot sauce Crossed the plug over 2 times call me Hot Sauce (Hot Sauce!) Young n***a I can't let up (let up) These f** n***as got me fed up! (fed up) f** n***a keep ya' head up Beam on this K, ambulance pick his head up!