Lyrics:
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
quick, you slower than a snail (Than a snail)
I’m schoolin’ ‘em, man somebody ring the bell (Haha)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
boutta splurge 50
Tell them bitches if they pussy smell like fishes I ain’t swimming (no)
Bumping Soulja slimmy gotta nigga feeling wicked
And Yea I’m
to coolest nig to do this
I got that flow and em bars boy I go stupid
I be the smoothest to coolest nig to do this
I be the general go head nig salute me
I
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
record
You know, you have to write your heart, and whoever is offended by it, fuck ‘em
Yeah, fuck ‘em
And I ain’t changed I rep the same clique
I ran
Niggas, bitches
Gather 'round
I got a story to tell
Hear this, hear this
Get the whole world
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingly took
these hoes
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go
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
go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
my grindin' man, I got em' hooked
I got em' hooked, somebody tell em'
They love the way I'm shinnin' man, I got em' hooked
They love the way I'm
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
and the Marcuses
Garvey, got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
to Soulja Boy but...
This is Worldwide radio
We don't play no games
We gone keep it real slow
And let HWY BABY teach you what it is
He gone take you around
I ain't think I would settle
We both started spittin' to soulja boy instrumentals (Youuu)
As I grew older I matured more in my faith (Yeah)
Rapping
boy Soulja I thought I done Told ya
Big Drako don't keep it in my holster
Better cuff ya girl cause I won't hold Her
They thought my neck was plated But
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
running w Desi
Depositing bills by the fifty
Shout out Brojam
He came thru w a switchie
Give em these shots
He need more than a kidney
A Swiss chess
should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four
But you got one, man (big boy)
give me two
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me
of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they
Yeah uh
Fuck on my flow
I don't got big bands but I'll smash on yo hoe
Respect it and check it like Joffrey on thrones
We finna just dominate then
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