Lyrics:
noe da police yo gurl sucked
on my dick nd it felt like she had no teeth soulja
boy tellem that i am a beast man in hip hop i go ham
now lets have
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin stuntin frontin who that boy who him is (who him is)
Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin
em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out
'em), I'ma tell you how it is (yeah)
I'm on that bullshit (yeah), I'm on that bullshit, yeah
I'm on that bullshit (what you on?), I'm on that bullshit,
drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook
Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail
mothafucka
He got like forty
Leave em thrashed
Leave em wrecked, mothafucka
Hit the deck, motherfucka
Deaths a check, mothafucka
Tell me what the fuck you
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's
So we can shoot this shit out
Like the movies on western
Tell my kids I died a
Gangster, long live Dexter, vL Deck
(YoungBoy) i’m running with some
ain't no holdin' me back
Somebody tell em ain't no holdin' me back!
Ain't no holdin' me back, ain't no holdin' me back
Somebody tell em ain't no holdin'
ain't cheap
These niggas still sell the work
Tell 'em work ain't that easy
Ain't me, ain't me
These pussy ass niggas ain't me
These pussy ass niggas
a bitch a Louis bag
Tell her put that work in there and
Transport all that through a cat
And bring that money back
I put that bitch in the field
Like she
up, tell a man hold up
Looking like something out of Bad Boys 2
Bad boy Gs in a bad boy shoot (shoot)
You are not a bad boy, move
Shut down shows
pushin' that work
Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf
[Verse 1: E-40]
She Want a Hood boy
She want a hood boy
She don't want no mark
Body art
to block it
I stay getting to that cake
I take hella trips to the bank
I got stacks on deck
Like Soulja Boy
So it's "Fuck whatcha think"
And they gotta
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Soulja Boy Tell'em with a brand new mac eleven
N***a try me man I'm rockin' gucci sweaters
Louis on my head BLVD is getting money
N***az hatin' on me
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)
Run tell the blood's I'm crip and go tell the crips I'm
Tell 'em this ain't that, and that ain't this
With a flick of my wrist, uh, huh, yuh (uhh)
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat (uh, bitch, bitch)
They
like they got it tell em bring it out
We trapping in the bando bring a couch
Ain't a rookie in and out like Mighty Mouse
On a mission Tryna get it til
people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
in the drop top birds ain't cheap
These niggas still sell the work
Tell 'em work ain't that easy
Ain't me, ain't me, these pussy ass niggas ain't
was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)
Get rich first then get your homies rich, it works
They said I'd never switch it up
But
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