Lyrics:
I got Hood ass homies
Been toting the glocks
And they gone shoot 'til I tell em to stop
Bitch, I been a Hot Boy so the
Cold don't fect me
I'm from New Orleans
right on top of me
Pilf my way to the lottery
I'd say on God, no stopping me
Can't stop a G, cuz honestly
Dem lad try body me got bodied
Tell em, tell em
Like broke to me still exist
But you know what?
..God slapped me with a gift
I’d double down on the clique
We Souljas.. yea
Yea I say you know what
(Uh)
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee
(soulja boy tell em)
[verse 1:]
Its
For these are the times
You either crank that Soulja boy
Or that Soulja boy cranks you
Said shut the fuck, aye
Money moves only moves I make hoe
don't put your faith in no man never trust these hoes, how the f*ck you say you gone ride b*tch you ain't never rode, Soulja life b*tch that's the comity
playin' until they see your ass go pro
Houdain
Soulja Soulja Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
It's a whole new quarter get em fined he ain't showin' love
I had merch
fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em
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
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
They like SOULJA boy u fell Off Idk bout it cuz a nigga ain’t take a loss
Riding around the city still movin like a boss
Looking for my opp I swear
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
rubber bands
They stealing swag like a damn coverman
I'm the first rapper in the world like Soulja Boy
But now evolved you can call me Soulja Man
You can
fade with da waves
30/30 boys up on my team
You wanna get em' (YUP)
But you can't get like me (NOPE)
Askin' me, Soulja Boy, where you get yo shoes from
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, do you wan' fuck with me? Nah
Hustle, boy
fuck it, I'ma let him hang (dudu, duh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch
I just bought me some Bathing Ape (brpr, sktrt-skrtt)
And Katy, he gon'
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
on 'em but I ain't Soulja
I don't gotta put hands on 'em
Couple bands on 'em and this shit is over
She want it now pull up in a rover
Tryna spend the night
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
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