Lyrics:
I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else
Bringin' hell, boy, singin' telegrams and get dealt
And to that boy on them sedative meds
jamel my nigga
I can tell you right quick I been through hell my nigga
Can you imagine looking at your kids and tell em you failed my necca
And I started
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
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
what you mean? (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)
You ain't on no bean, nigga what you mean?
I don't blow that stank, nigga what you mean?
I don't sip that
they yak can't hold me back
So baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it
don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
[Chorus:]
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he
See I'm a gangsta and plus a nigga cold wit it
Ain't scared of no nigga
You left some pots and some boards and them drama boys said go get em
an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely, lowkey yeah
Who's tough?
Sounding like you been talkin' too much
Put 'em
wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin
put em in the Truck
Have You Smoking like purp
Get hit it this Lil pump (Bow)
You can catch a fade just like Lil boosie
Play dirty Get hit wit dis uzi
just hit em' when I get em
That boy a Soulja Livin' True, nigga, he treat this shit like a religion
OG in the streets, think what you doin', I done did
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you
track, bring it back, tell me what you
Think about that
Boys trynna holla, but I ain't having that
You better have game, you better come correct
Ya
back
And tell niggas that Detox come out this October
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober
And verses like this'll get me a new Rover
Get you a new
a soul you trust
Niggas fakin
They pray i fall off
Pray they
Die by disease
Bones achinn
I'm really gone catch him
And leave that boy faceless
Better be
the gangsters 'fore you came here?
And if they mention us
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less
F.O.B nigga, funds over buns
(Gotta get that boy a CCM, 100 bands)
Gotta get that money, you heard
Look, you know the more money we make, it's
dickriding designer brands
Boutta throw out my Rick Owens pants
Bitch know I'm too lazy
Walk in that bitch and I leave with a asian
Fuck this up boy you gon'
love me baby (this shit hot)
Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked (uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke (uh-huh
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
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