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'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for

Know he hate to see Young Harry run it up
Use to shit on me I got more followers
Tell that boy he better hurry and follow up
I did what I could for em

Intro:
Checklist, gucci sweatpants
I love the way she steppin
I swear she a blessing
Really my lil sneaky link 
I tell em that's my best friend
So

they at?)
There them bitches go (there they go)
Tell them bitches no (no)
Why? cause they move too slow (slow)

I'm looking, I seen em
I like em, I

more
Hurry up and order, ain't no postin' by my door, uh
Boomin' on my porch, boomin' on my mama porch, uh
SniperGang boys, makin' noise
I got hella

can't move up out 'em
Drip, drip, drip, OG status, you can read about it
These bullets make your body do magic, disappear around us
Gucci high socks

Soulja Boy thought bro was Ice Cube
How he on the road with boy
This ain't daycare in the whip
But we holding toys
Big pape on us, the check 'bout long

Unlock with a key lava Tennessee call that vol-cano
Are you OK? No Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
It's my guy Kano uh yeah
Let's kick it on easy play the game
Round

Know I got her
Like Gucci and Prada
Put that on my tab
First I gotta make a milli
Like Soulja boy
Get silly
I'm bringing it back
All these motherfuckas

by ur side (aye)

Oh I just bought a Mclaren 
Oh thats not no Gucci you wearing 
Baby girl tell me your secrets (secrets)
I wasn't planning to keep em

of a panther
Red, black, and green bandanna
Enlighten by the rays of the gamma
The waves of the stanza
Flood the webpage like a cancer
Somebody tell Sway this

yo city n***a?)

Area code 225 (Shout out to the boot my n***a)
You know 225 all the way live n***a (Shout out to the boot)

(Tell them how you feel

and gents

So check it out, y'all, kick it



It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through your speaker

For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary

Pull up in valet and tell 'em keep it runnin'
(Tell 'em keep it runnin')
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Takin' nothin' from me
(Takin' nothin' from me) what

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

Soulja Boy Tell'em!

Jumped Inside The Showerrr
Then I Get Stupid Fresh
Turn My Swag On, Put That Ice On My Neck
Call On Miami (Miami) yeah That's

bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em

Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby

looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love

I'm a demon I stay on attack
I feel like I'm Soulja cause she make it clap
Cross that boy up someone get him a map
Yeah Ty the Vision but Meezy he

contact, we ain't playin' Madden (get at 'em)
Niggas frontin' 'til them bullets start sprayin' at 'em (hit 'em)
Drippin' Gucci hoodie with the flamin'

Okay, wake up in the morning break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed in the Gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With

a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should