Lyrics:
Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci,
Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, (So Icy, So Icy,)
Seytoba baby,
I drive real fast baby I don't drive slow,
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
various times]
Ain't no game, you know what I'm sayin'
Soulja boy tell'em,
From the internet to mainstream
You already know what it is
Stance
bender
Winner, winner, winner chicken dinner
You sold your soul thy gracious sinner
Please, please, please tell 'em what they win, eh
Eternal life in
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[Soulja Boy - Chorus]
Cash Money, fast money,
everyday I?m paper chasing,
trying to get the dollars,
Gucci Louie, Dolce Gabbana,
Yes its Young money,
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me
dead, he was a soulja
Fuck one-time
He called em vultures
Cockaroaches
Lost composure, lost a soulja
Ever feel the walls closing
Ever drowned in emotion
thirsty) [x2]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em got the gurl gone wild
When I step on stage, and yo boy crack a smile
She thirsty, she thirsty
She wanna ride with
Uh, big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh
Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh
Ayy (Ayy!), pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy
Uh,
Back to back I got my shawty’s asking where I’m at
Plug just hit me up like boy you got them goddam slaps
I got all my souljas in the building yeah
I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, you got the same energy
Huh, tell me, nigga, is you feeling me
Been getting 50 for them 30's up in Tennessee
Sold so much
'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
[Chorus]
Pull up in the old school with the hubcaps,
Got my black tee,ones, and my skull cap,
Stick Em Up,
Stick em up,
Stick em Up,
Stick em
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
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
neva put in work
Woot de woot said he gone spin on who
I bet i get em first
He gon wind up in a hearse
Tell that boy go back to church
No nine to five we
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
Draco (Draco)
Soulja
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (she made it clap, like pop that, haan)
She make it
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