Lyrics:
got that paper 'cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker
Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers
Gettin' money's my only task,
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
ditches
Hopin' they don't search them mugs
Why you think I'm so religious boy I'm blessed from up above
All them houses I done hit
All them souljas' I
they text me sexy pics of 'em
Like them abs when there's six of 'em
Tell them girls I'm sorry
I like boys
Mama, boys like me (I like boys who like
don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
I'm hollering that we outside like my nigga King Los
I hardly hear you be outside unless y'all be whispering low
We back outside, quit lying hoe, you
don't get em hit
Gucci ain't Gucci dropped his ass that's my face lift
You gonna wake up in the sky I go ape shit
White boy wasted 1017 shots
Jamaica
Kerosene, that's how I'm feelin'
How we feel for me
To be all alone (that's how I'm feelin', shoot)
All alone (fuck that shit, that's how I'm feelin')
I used to a give a fuck but that's the old me
Damn boy you sold me
Im by myself Im by my lonely
Keep yo head up soulja I know niggas they gone hate
's right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
's right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up,
Jeep, boy, I'm turning fast
But all my niggas can't turn on them
So I'ma live it up, live it up, live it up
Sippin' this lean go and get a cup, get
pin a nigga red like Crayola
I been sippin' on that red, thought I told ya'
Brand new BAPE kicks like I'm Soulja
Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy
party is a Soulja Boy party
I'm turned
I'm turned up, I'm turned up
Turn it up to the maximum!
It feels right to be alive
Let it go and dance
hundred missin out your pocket in the mornin'
Nigga need to check that bitch, she lyin'
Label tryna school me, I'm already on fire
Tell 'em, "Don't waste
like I'm soulja boy
Gotta coup yet I'm really home, home, gotta treat the crib like the studio
Or grave, I don't know how to behave, working for minimum
a commssion and we all equal
All lethal
Caught'em doin' dirt to the wrong people
It's the family affair, I'm here
With all of me I'm'll deal with this one
Burrr, burrr burrr, burrr burrr
Soulja Boy off in this ho, I'm gon' roll up all this dro
Gucci on the passenger, the Ferrari's painted, whoa
Boy you
You can tell I got some M's
If I don't, I'm gon' get them
Olympic pool bitch take a swim
Guerilla warfare for you and him
Soulja rag for Soulja Slim
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck
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
(
overnight
I started rapping while they were still crankin' that Soulja Boy
Hop on another flight
Go see my family and tell 'em they don't gotta worry
I
Gucci down to the sock
And my fist on Thanos, way I'm wearing these rocks
Bet a hunnid' I look better than your man by a lot
I ain't hearing no heat, all
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