Lyrics:
ride
With my homie on my side
Got 2 sweets rolled
And I'm bout to touch the sky
High so high
Like my boy Carlos Coy
[SPM]
Maan!
[Grimm]
I'm stuck in a clinic like Flint Montgomery
Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary
Creeping through fireside
Smash
talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors
hitters
And they come from all oova
Send em in yo hood
Skerrtt bang then it’s over
Smoke another face
Cause you know I’m never sober
Verse #1:
You Got
Soulja Reeboks
Crack rocks, high grade what you need I got
Serving to these fiends
Know it's wrong but I'm grown
I had to leave them childish games alone
first like Soulja
Crank this bitch up like I'm Soulja
Keep a lil green baby yoda
Strike on that boy like I'm bowling
Shook em up, i'll pop his cap like
disrespect 'em
A get 'cha call ta the morgue quik nigga
Why'kno about the Hot Boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quik
(Look look look)
I
the morgue quick nigga
You know about the hot boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call
Ta the morgue quick
I come with, K's and Glocks
Ready ta spray the block
Raise
Torso-Boy
So what's he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street
And he tells he hasn't
my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he
like a panther
Made these boys my sons shit-bagged em they in Pampers
I'm a one-man army hide in corners they some campers
Aiming for the kill so I'm
Fuck 'em up all day like a nympho
I been dope since S curl waves
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well there's chemicals there
I'm in
really Feel like sosa
They all tryna do, Like me?
Boy I really feel like soulja
Tryna cop a Double R it's not a range Rover
All white & black this bitch
Im
the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
a vulture
But imma crank that superman I’m feeling like a Soulja
Way to young to deal with any baby mama drama
Strapping up the Word when I’m putting on my
Ho's say I'm a dog nigga, naw I'm a Hogg nigga
I got money, so fuck it I'm a ball nigga
Them other boys just out here rapping it
While I'm a young nigga
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
I'm just a country boy
Sitting on a midnight train
I don't care what they do
I'm gonna do my thing
Somebody lift your glass high
Tell me if you feel
Lou Skrill hop up off the bench and give 'em buckets, I'm like fuck it, I might cop a chain so big that I can't tuck it
If you up it better bust it,
fold, never fold
Uhn, yea, yea, they don't know 'bout everything I've gone through
So I let 'em know 'bout everything I'm 'gon do
Yea boy fasho dawg
I'm fresh
Ya I'm clean
So krispy
Throwing out money
Like your boy gotta frisbey
Soulja boy tell em
For the kids like Disney
Chain 360
Make your
Boutta turn up by the Lights Hollywood made
NFA in my veins, NFA what I made, y'all don't gotta tell me I came To late
Let the Souljas rain thangz
NFA my
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
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