Lyrics:
ain't ready
Soulja Boy, you can't tell me
Phone turned off, don't hit my celly
I run the jewels like El-P
It's nothing you can tell me
How I get so
Hip Hop is Stuck With Me
I don't fuck around with no, Sneak dissers
Pretty boy ass kissers
Talking foul behind a keyboard, flagging like you a killer
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
bad man, my bad
I know I was talking reckless earlier about them two chickens
You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen
What?
Just tell me how
at them like brothers this a trap
While trying to fuck the bitch that passed by like
She ain't a trap I snapped cause he start talking that shit
That he say
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
huh)
Not at the W, save me some drama (Uh, huh)
I'm taking Ws, no I ain't not losing (Uh, huh)
Crank that gun like Soulja Boy, you (Uh, huh)
Smoke
niggas just really flodging
Pull up with the nine
They wanna take my life
Can't let 'em take me by surprise
Oh no no no no, no no no no
The streets talking
to the top and
Lick a shot
Lick a shot
Spit your bullet from your lip and pick ‘em off boy
Lick a shot
Lick a shot
Use your mind while they try
nigga
Boy, you been a hoe
I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
niggas got them toys
One is just a soldier and one is just a boy
But when I hit you with them niggas make you crank that Soulja Boy
This is the muhfucking
can show ya certain things we can go where I run
With my boys we rollin deep I'm talking everyone
Talking everyone bitch I'm talking everyone
Need
me
You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me
Chorus x1
[Soulja Slim]
Now I know you don't want none of them boys
Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby
looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no
Ay tell these lil niggas to turn this shit the fuck up, man
Turnpike Shadwick, I been playing road games
You know who you talking to? You better
boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How we
Call up the plug tell em bring it all up
They ask if it's good don't you see we all stuck
G star head to toe we done fucked the mall up
Party
I love
make ends
No I ain't going back in
Took a L that was less than a win
Pop the boy I won't see em so shoooot
Niggas always talking bout what they gone
goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love
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