Bocca Jones - Soul Tribe Lyrics

Tryna run game
But I know scrimmage
Simulate beef and
I ain't even in it
It's a projection of
What you really feeling
How allergic to truth
Should you be really getting?
Half ass to the Cash
Bitch you ain't gripping
Riding clout
Hunnits & fittiy's or
Watch the titties bounce
Ultimatums miss me
Ain't what I'm really bout
Can't have my Kate and Edith
But I can watch them
Eat each other out
Send Kate for bread
To bring it back in house
Stack all summer
For when
They Tax the drought
Wait for shit to boil
Then we pack it out
Brace for the recoil
Cause that drac (drake)
U'll bounce
Like hot line bling
I'm sure shot
Sling
Nina Killing every nigga
She hit Like she got hiv
Lil yeah got the 40
She don't play bout me
Hey what's the tribe you claim
I'm spinning blocks
And Karma the gun man
Yosemite Sam
Pistols out
Ready to gun you down
So what's up nigga
Hey what's the tribe you claim
I'm spinning blocks
And Karma the gun man
Yosemite Sam
Pistols out
Ready to gun you down
So what's up nigga
The way the game go
The way the game played is not The same thing
I can't worry about you
I got to watch me or they might Off me or
They might snipe me
No bonnie I'm running them boys After me
But I'm gunning I'm gunning
No Locking down for me
No bonnie I'm running them boys After me
But I'm gunning I'm gunning
No Locking down for me
No locking Down for me
Eye seek hight elevation
Frequency's dropped mid escalation
Outcomes the reap of repercussion's
You making
See Doc when
We flock
We hot
Heat cocked
Sense back when
We had straps over rebocks
See Boc
Don't really need a key fob
To unlock the secrets
Of the bitch deep inside
Leave them stiff
As sheet rock
Delete Glock
And peace out
Hey what's the tribe you claim
I'm spinning blocks
And Karma the gun man
Yosemite Sam
Pistols out
Ready to gun you down
So what's up nigga
Hey what's the tribe you claim
I'm spinning blocks
And Karma the gun man
Yosemite Sam
Pistols out
Ready to gun you down
So what's up nigga