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ps they want 10 acres
Say u my bro but you really a hater
Cut that boy off tell em chaz see you later

Words is weapons but I rather have a MAC-10

the heavens
925 
It's a couple hours till eleven 

7 6 7 9 7 brethrens 
Shouts out to six nine 
Rat em out 
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ani
mate
Did it
For the
Clout
But

car,I kno’ they don't like me
They on my swag takin notes, tryna bite me

You thought this vibe will turn out regular but didn't
I've been running this

All my Harajuku Barbies I see you (burr, huh) 
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Oh (talk to 'em Nick'), Nicki Minaj
I mean, you know, there ain't

me my swag is born from Soulja
Inspired by Em my dad is Stan
Logic I got Minaj my best
My body’s Armani distraction Kehlani
I’m dripped Geneva these

skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga (shut the fuck up)

ford a mill on mind
Plugged in with the p's so we semi the nines
Ask nelly thats my sis she seen me get it with grind charisma
Magnetic turn his bitch

me mad 4Real
Ima spaz 4Real
Get toe tagged 4Real
Heard they false claiming don't disrespect my flag 4Real
They my Jr's boy don't disrespect my swag

say my name
Rockstar lifestyle, bitch, say my name (woo)
Oh, boy, only bought 'em drivin' this Rolls-Royce
Niggas tryna copy us but still don't sound

other day
Momma need a crib
Wife need estates
Put us by the lake
love my daughters face
I can't turn back, this the road I chose
(This the road I chose

my shit lower I dust the block off wit ah blower
Live by the code of silence like I'm Soulja get a double cup 
And I poor the soda smokin pressure you

bitch I am D'Lo Brown
We go long, we go long, wide receiver a diva like Tinashe or Nia Long
Prolly get my ass beat by her security but at least she would

They yelling swag when I flex on em
I smoke that la.  Roll it up. Keep that vodka in my cup
Blow it up.  Turn Turn it up. Only loud you know what's up

tell me where is your stash?
These rappers in my city talking bout money and killers like boy where is your dad?
I haven't seen my daddy in a minute

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

days and years past when you add it up that's life boy

My young nigga said Josh I ain't you ion work for these white folk
Big Soulja got the Draco I got

em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out

Halal Feathers yeah
Press Machine, Press Machine ano Gang
Wassi Gang huh?
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em

must-heard
Tell them lil boys ketchup
You a fan nigga fess up
All black Wars on my feet
Despite the memes
I been going threw some things only GOD see
Weary

it
I just put the rock up in my ear and now I'm banging it
Soulja Boy ain't first to fuck her, you know I am cranking it
Yeah, I was just spitting my

on the cashier
Ay I need my credit like soulja boy
They copying my songs bar for bar
Abusing drugs my pain avoid it
You pop pills to look cool do that shit for

So Far So Good

Skillz

The Million Dollar Backpack

the zone, I'm leavin 'em in a phase 
By now, I'm kinda used to leavin 'em so amazed 
With my man Com-bred and Skillz, they know the ways 
Call up Virginia

up 
You looking for what ? 
Hit my boy 
He gone hook it up 
Look at us 
Look at them 
Making you wanna look again 
I knew he was hating from

wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up