"My Soul 2 Keep" lyrics

Them Chargers on my feet
This swag ain't for the weak
West-side, rich nigga, this swag ain't for the cheap
Damn, I love my bitch cause she be bragging all on me (yeah)
She don't show she love you, then she probably loving me
Nah, I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Glock on my hip, my main squeeze
She sneak dissin', bitch please
Stay over there with them hoes
Because that's all you know
Swag overload, I think I'm finna blow
I'm not talkin' bout Ke$ha
Smoking on super pressure
Beamer car, not no motherfuckin' Cybertruck
I don't trust you, so I gotta test you
You grown, you still need a lecture
My boss, so don't ask me no questions
You broke as fuck, but you want a section
That shit not cute, it's sexy
I remember that BMX, on the south-side, on that BMX
Now the engine sounding like DMX
[?] Texas, hah, that's a flex
No Young Thug, but I got a check
Free Thug, YSL on my neck
YSL, yeah, shooting through the shirt
See the fans, put that shit in reverse
Yeah, Gatorade for your thirst
Fucking your bitch, yeah, I'm finna burst
Broke ass niggas must be cursed
Soulja Boy, cause I did this shit first, yuh
I need my money on the motherfuckin' first
Call of Duty, cause you stay on them perks
Trappin' [?] do not disturb

Them Chargers on my feet
This swag ain't for the weak
West-side, rich nigga, this swag ain't for the cheap
Damn, I love my bitch cause she be bragging all on me (yeah)
She don't show she love you, then she probably loving me
Nah, I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep