Lyrics:
it
Boy I been bolted it’s locked
I gotta reason to come through and check it
I’m Self Made no sell out I’m one you should watch
(UH)
Steady
dad
Cuz I Pretty Boy Swag
Young Soulja Boy
Cuz you know I'm with the Mac
Run them bars up
Like I been running track
Post up on your mans
Like I'm 7
And the flavor is lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm not listenin', I'm not interested (interested)
My
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
Boat on your avenue
You can catch Boat on your avenue, damn
Soulja I'm hot like a sauna
I gave that bitch the wrong number
I'm whippin' it up,
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
How I brag
How I brag
All my pretty boy braggers stand up
All pretty girl braggers stand up
Shout out to Soulja
This right here is how to brag
All
one, and you can work back two
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could
that money in a safe
Tell em I'm gonna be late I'm up and down trying to get this cake
Them boy there too bait like why you trying to make me catch
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
What you know about that odor? Yeah, a nigga came from the corner
Now I'm legal like Tony Motola (get 'em Sno)
Yeah, I really came through the hood in
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
For these are the times
You either crank that Soulja boy
Or that Soulja boy cranks you
Said shut the fuck, aye
Money moves only moves I make hoe
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
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
came to shake the town
Yeah, ya boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones (stones)
I used to cop Rob Base, turn
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
Stacking up the millions
I need every dollar
I'm starting a collection
Only baddies in
gettin' paid
I'm gettin' laid
I'm finna' slay
I'm finna' slay
I'll let this pussy like one them days
Look at my money it stack to the grave
(Bow, bow, bow,
riders
Tell 'em run to America to imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine
fuck it, I'ma let him hang (dudu, duh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch
I just bought me some Bathing Ape (brpr, sktrt-skrtt)
And Katy, he gon'
Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga
I smoke, I
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
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