Lyrics:
my plan call it done
Can't nobody handle it none
Sick wit it bitch you can come get some
Man of it fan of it fun
Tackle em dismantle em laugh at em
Popping off of E D D
So I hit her wit the D D T
Hit my nigga Jah wit the jeep jeep jeep tell em pull up on ya boy it's a nikks plus three
I got the Midas
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
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,
want it ? Then let's do it
I'm crazy bitch I'm stupid
Come fuck wit some I'll prove it
Just like a quarterback, I call the play and watch em score
Ion
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
Yeah we surrounded by water
Call us the island
Boy we got that different style
You can tell when we smiling
Mouth full of gold
And we sagging too
Our
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
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
Move over Lucifer, I am more ruthless
Came to this motherfucker wit' my Glock 40
Pull up, aw shit! Q in the Audi
Swagged up shawty
Tell your bitch
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
gold
Sick wit the flow this more than just a common cold
Can't stand the new real guess I'm just gettin old
Forgive me of my past and have mercy on my
(Whassup?)
Tell 'em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker,
the publix
In hooptie a cutlas
Tell em pull over let’s cop some lunch
That shit pack a punch
I got cotton mouth and I need some munchies
Then I hop out moving
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit
Surrounded by mummified bodies and shit
Cemeteries errwhere
All in my county
I be sippin on it
Brain be gone
But it's like everything aight
Hangin
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
the low
Just like Eddie baby I would go
All these haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my
side
Tell me to kill'em 'cause he deserve no mercy
Follow my bad side and put a feelin through healin
Any motherfucker seekin his business relentless
[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy Tell Em.
Runnin With It.
Gotta Get A Black Mask,
Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm.
Im On The Beat.
I'm Undefeat. Tid,
Did Yo
days and years past when you add it up that's life boy
My young nigga said Josh I ain't you ion work for these white folk
Big Soulja got the Draco I got
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