Lyrics:
Attackin shit without a doubt
Cause I was raised by gorillas. Know what’s that’s about
[100PackPablo Verse]
Set the play up on a opp. Them pills got em
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
spots
I got Hood ass homies
Been toting the glocks
And they gone shoot 'til I tell em to stop
Bitch, I been a Hot Boy so the
Cold don't fect me
I'm from New Orleans
man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-
Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my - twenty years
Man that wasn't even
smoke we aim for souls
And that's on gang nigga
We posted up like wya ? I'm tryna bang witcha
I told you boys once before that you can't bang wit us
I
I'm the man
Got my own voice speak up when I can
Send an invoice your not worth the rent
Mis my old boys one of em was chet
It's getting a little bitty
tell the pussy niggas, "Yes, Trix for kids" (uh, huh)
This a fact like a Snapple cap tip (straight up)
Lame niggas sayin' that they fuckin' demons
No
a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee,
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
(Soulja Boy Tell Em)
[Verse 1:]
Its time to do my dance, pullin up my
up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
My manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
to my children
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin' it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like a oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy
to my children
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin' it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like a oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
trees up
(Trees up) where my bitches that's gettin'
They freeze up? And gettin' they tease up
Just tell 'em to ease up (Ease up)
Where my niggas that's
Get up close knock out his grill we don't rap beef
Uh walk down on a nigga we gone leave em dead keep it brief
Ain't no sense of speaking on the dead
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
em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out
,
Or i hop in the coupe and take off the brains for em,
Tell the boys to back up,
I’m wit the gang and you know that they all strapped up,
He talkin
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck 'em all
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you
Draco
This your boy Soulja Boy, man (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
It's Big Draco by the way (Souja)
You already know what's goin' on (yeah)
Yes, sir,
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…
caught up in the trap (it's hopeless)
Young D always move with the stick
Hot boy nigga move with the whip
The tabel set boy make your move, make it quick
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