Lyrics:
moan
You can see it real life but I know right now you ain't home
Wanna make you feel like Soulja boy kiss me through the phone
Yes my man is off
Snow)
I ain't playin' wit' 'em, no way, no how (no how)
Got the .40 in my 'Didas sweats right now (boom)
I'm knockin' everything down, bowl three
The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black your eye
slippers
I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental
Shit, you know what I do, now tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man
my lil' soulja there
Bitch, it's over, I thought I told you that
Ayy, you too messy, why you posting that?
I can really tell them boys to spin that
fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so subtle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got 'em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six
like I'm Godrick
Yeah yeah, Elden Ring yeah
Yeah yeah, Elden Ring yeah
I get the ring, now I'm lord of the Elden (Huh yeah)
Like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
I
from L.A. take the rag out ya pocket and show 'em that
Gang bangin' and gold is back; me and T.I. holdin' the track
Yeah man, this ya boy Block, man
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
I love it when this rollie on my wrist
So much diamonds I can't tell what
Time it is, I'm so coo
I said I hate being sober man
What you On? I'm
I want why'all to bust some shit man
And tell these niggas man, that why'all invented
That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
And they
Daddy hugs his little man, says son I've got to go
He pulls out of the drive and disappears
As they walk back in the house the young boy asked his
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em, baby
My dad's lost it
There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my
sweat) Hah?
It was written word to Nas
Take 'em to the crib, then ménage (ménage)
Look in my eye (my eye)
On a hustle, fast forward, no pause (no
got shit to give 'em
And I'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
So girl, you gotta think 'bout how the options weigh out
alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff
in that chevey and i hop up on the leeas
soulja boy tell em i dont pay no leeas
bitch im copping that cash and ill buy it real fast
real talk mane i
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
at?
You claim you real but your Rollie fake (rollie fake)
Say you're my dawg but you know you're snake (tss), fuck 'em
Like Makaveli, I'm about
know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up like
OK man are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go
Now come on now, crank this motherfucker up
Aha
Young Money
YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
He's a man just the same
Oh why he show it
Why don't he know it
That his words will always
Show 'em the way
The boy hangs out the boy hangs
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