Lyrics:
energy
With the family, turn your ass to a memory
My niggas team of the century
I blow the check up, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
to the money like a sprinter at a track meet,
First sign Waka, then I sign Gucci,
Then I sign BrickSquad tell 'em come an sue me
I'm up 24 hours money
Soulja Livin' Tru
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
Oh, I said that already
Aye
Rap shit hard, but this street shit easy
I gotta trap or die, it got me
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
out the cool cage
Tied up, shoelace, you late
VVS, motherfuckers too fake
Paper Route jumpin' gang, blowin' by 'em
Hussein bitch my whole section treat
Light it up then pass it to ABY na
I got Star Boy sitting by the corner
Manu is dealing with the hookah
Baby hold me tight like a bandana
Work it slow you
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
Anime drop top, I look like Inuyasha.
Yo, back on the track, it's the anime master.
Holes on my dick, Cowboy Bebop when I'm blastin.
Soulja boy tell'em
to the bando
Boy i been a soulja since Gucci Bandana
This back when Gucci made all of the anthems
Like Trap God
I been rap god use to blast me in ipods
Since my
now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldn't come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana
Bitch
Multiply,Divide me, Then add on the remainder
I push more weight then a personal trainer
I get my gucci duffle bag and my hat off the shelf
on a shirt, you a Twitter banner
Gucci Mane, that Kush be my cologne
Soulja Boy, baby, pick up the phone
Blowin' kisses to your bitch
Through the phone draco's
Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha
Up, up and away!
Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha
Up, up and away!
do
Bitch I feel like Gucci Mane
In 2000 and 2
This bitch lie worse than Soulja Boy
I ain't never known was true
Gotta Glock but he ain't no soldier
I
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
flick my wrist but I cook at a angle
Flexing pink bandana, I look like Kurt Angle
Used to be (Fuck 'em)
I'm the pretty bitch and I'm marvelous
Shout out
had a code of conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old Atlanta we really miss 'em
What happened to Atlanta?
We went from repping zones
nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick
Used to gettin' thanks from (?)
Setting numbers in the hood, do what I say
Do tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
It (?) dead
50 million, I done
before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
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