Lildrippa - SOUL SURVIVOR (Outro) Lyrics

I'm a soul survivor, no weapon shall not prosper, if it do just call my momma
I got my weapon drawn cause I'm a soul survivor, no weapon shall not prosper, if it do just call my momma
I turn noodle sauce and pasta, I be posted with a rasta, you know I come from the bottom
No don't you leave me like my father, poppin' perky's got me healed, poppin' 30's got me killed
I had died on slime for real, they thought it'd take me out the field, when I slide I don't get chills
I'm tryna slide and catch a kill, I got my gloves on for the drill, we turn them phones off, no for real
I'm tryna bring this 40 back in with my weapon make they back bend, I'm a stretch em, wait no diddy
They like did he?
Stretch that nigga slide and whack him, I'm like, mm-mm, Drippa made that magic happen, they like, mm-mm
Gettin' niggas killed, a habit, I'm like
I just need my glocky, no I don't need nobody else, them niggas try to stop me, but no I do not call for help
Trap or die raper that'll slide, I put him on the shelf, get back or cry, cause plenty more gon die, and you gon' Get the belt, I'm still not healed, cause I done chased him four blocks with a draco, no I still don't feel, cause I Ain't drop a tear, when they made his face go, made his body shake, he tried to hop it got shot on the gate
His homies pulled up late,but then we cooked him too, we used his ass as bait, and I'm a soul survivor, yes I'm
A shooter and the driver, if a nigga got a problem, then I'm gon' shoot him when I spot him, yes your honor, Said I'm still not healed, these crazy acts of violence, trying to heal yourself, but you know that it's hard, when Your life full of drama
Got my weapon drawn cause I'm a soul survivor, no weapon shall not prosper, but if it do just call my mama
I turn noodles sauce and pasta, I be posted with a rasta, you know I come from the bottom
And don't you leave like my father
I got my weapon drawn, cause I'm a soul survivor no weapon shall not, no weapon shot not prosper, but if it do Just call my mama
I turn noodles sauce and pasta, I be posted with a rasta, you know I come from the bottom
And don't you leave me like my father, I got my weapon drawn, cause I'm a soul survivor
No weapon shall not, no weapon shot not prosper, but if it do just call my mama
Just call my mama please foreal
Man down, Drippa killed