Lyrics:
you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny
nigga thinking
He try the game and I'm blanking
Pop my shit like I'm Bigga than Rankin'
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, this chop I'm gone crank it
I put a gram in
Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You'll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it
you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing
Whippin and roll, hope in and I tell em I told you
Whippin the coke and no cola
All of these niggas I knowla
My squad we taking shit over
Soulja, hey hey
Boy your check ain't big enough (big enough)
Talk a lot but you're broke (broke!)
Switcheroo fuck and you're kissing (kissing)
Y'all niggas give 'em
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
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,
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know
Smook (x3) Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, SODMGdotcom
White lam' that's, swag
Pull up to the club, I pop tags
Lil' Dre or Lil Smook?
360 bands, panoramic roof
the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
Yo, yo, yo this WANT radio
We in the studio with' ya boy Freddie Gibbs
This is Jay for y'all that don't know
Here right, step to the mic
Tell 'em who
Lord, I think I need a hitman
Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls
And your pockets on stickman
I just came from the gun store
I
Now im your big moe dropper, mud duck stopper
Fila on the bottom and adidas on the topper
Transform scratchin, big beat mackin
I can tell ya getin
Tell 'em, ok
Tell 'em I got plenty hustle to sell 'em
Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom
Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum
Close
a Glock was flashing
Hyped by Lenny nigga's gassing, these pussy-nigga's wearing pearls
A dirty-ass boy mad as fuck about a girl
You'll see the spark in his
with the wood all around
Plus I got that... surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off
thirsty) [x2]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em got the gurl gone wild
When I step on stage, and yo boy crack a smile
She thirsty, she thirsty
She wanna ride with
waste any more of your bullets, boys
You know it just makes 'em mad when you shoot
They're gonna stomp us into jelly and conquer the world
But you gotta
waste any more of your bullets, boys
You know it just makes 'em mad when you shoot
They're gonna stomp us into jelly and conquer the world
But you gotta
let me in
Tell 'em it's Game but these hoes call me ESPN
Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what
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