Lyrics:
to clean and reload 'em
Doggy, you had a slow summer, I didn't, H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
And you know the Rover, so move over
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
bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
(Ey) Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna
Soulja Boy bandanna
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I rap with Shawty Lo
I got so
MUST BE PLAYIN',BOY BOY BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN'/
BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN' 'CAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE THAT SERIOUS/
[OUTRO]:
YOU KNOW IM SERIOUS/
WHEN I TELL
think that hard
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge
Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg
Keep that boy there on a leash
All I know
Put in work in on the fuckin block
Yellow diamond brightlin, fuck a clock
Soulja Boy tell 'em yes I'm posted on the top
Mixtape bunking oh my God I'm so
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
I feel like I'm on dope
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Boy you really get me high
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it
Tell 'em I do this
They boy alley oop
they wanna buck
Hit em up cause no getting blood on the dope and rug
And we Gucci, and we came up
If they ask, I don't ever bring my name up
Bout
up
Niggas done play wit' his people Now they gone bust'em up
Some of them snortin' dope some of them bag that kill
Some of them jus bout that
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
cleo
I'm not going back and forth bout my people
Aye tell all my bruddas I love em
I wouldn't trade they life in for nothing
I'm tryna make a way for my
number 1 dope dealer
Snowing snowing snow let em snow my nigga nigga
Dope boy inside
Dope d-dope boy dope boy outside
Dope d-dope boy
I'm the realest
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'
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
I'm so emotional, I love my Glock
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
'Bout the skrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa (yup)
It's kinda
boy dreams I got dope boy dreams
He supposed to pray to god
But his faith in his choppa
Back against the wall
Feel like nobody can stop em
Same way that
credit score, shit was lookin' hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check
gon miss that deadline
My niggas creep up
Me and Slay, street sweeper
I make them bounce, make it count
Tell them niggas keep up
Dope boys dope boys
Cali
This for the hot girls (hot, hot), this for the hot boys
You know who Gucci do it for, I rep the dope boys (skrrt, skrrt)
Free C-Murder, I'm
not going tell em who's dope
Nigga that's me
Dope man dope man
Ion give a fuck a nigga
Dope man dope man
I said ion give a fuck nigga
Dope man dope man
dying im frying em all
Really don’t see them boys signing at all
Deal or a check they ain’t signing a stall
Ain’t fooled by the views that you buying
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
of pen that's so
Dope I could ghost write for Em'
I feel I could go to a gun
Fight with a knife and win
Until my god decide when my life will end
I'm
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