[Verse 1: Soul Op]
I ride with a stick
Dont care bout the rules
If you is possesed and you knew
Would you really get somebody near the pool
Because lil bitch im not gon lose
If you run, then ill stop by you
But you gonna lie too
So I don’t care about a single thing
Only stopping shit that cause me pain
Bum bitch gon cause a flame
You be taking over everybody brain
Brain brain brain brain
Yeah i dont care about that mane
Too many, too much calls for me to take
Never thought that I would it so fucking far
Got no rizz no play

[Hook: Soul Op]
Ayyy
Creepin out the cut
Ima get back when it turn dusk
Made it out enough
I see the future in my head
Lil bitch im gonna confess
Ima need a sauna test
[Verse 2: The SVR]
The atmosphere surfaces like Nirvana
Sitting write in the sauna
Chilling back relaxing (Then)
Grinding forward lapsing (Yesirr)
Concentrate em likely Brahma's cribbage
Season em tightly weather passage
The pen I tool like I planting spinach
The mined I pool feels lessing scrimmage
Roll that pair of dice
Puzzle the pattern like Madonna's paradise (La isla) (Paradise)
Couple of pads together gets spliced
The passion of it don't provokely entice
So I expresso conciso representing my preciso
When it summer up penning craft yo
Not pressure too much my path yo (Nah)
Tropically test out hotness here
Especially put out words severe
With this vibe of circle dotted here
Picture that gifted of Thomas Beer's
Respect the effort and the background
Me and the homie don't playing around
Volumes speaks from what it rebounds
Along with structured mounds