Syrup lyrics
by Soulja Boy
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
My young n*gga bout to pull up with some syrup
My phone whip, bout to swerve up bout the curve
I get money, we pop xans and smoke the earth
Take a xannie, take a xannie, go out of earth
Medusa chain, Medusa chain, that my logo
I do Ferragamo and I do the polo
I get money everyday because he yolo
Yolo, yolo, yolo, yolo, yolo, you only live once
I got a
Roll me another blunt
Roll me another
I gotta go and stunt
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
[Verse 2: Paul Allen]
My young n*gga bout to pull up with syrup
And with that Glock I shoot like ledburg
I'm on the block, I got the work on that boulevard
Young n*gga run around like a super star
My foreign car speed about 50 on that
And add a 150 on it drive 200 on it
Real n*ggas bunch of guns for my whole squad
Pain ain't real n*gga I stay on my job
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
[Verse 3: Kyle Massey]
My young n*gga, my young n*gga
He got that gun and got that syrup with em
I have a pull up, I have em pull up
I have em pull up, nah n*gga pour up
We turnt up in this b*tch
Got all these hoes on me
Spend a hunnid thousand in VIP
Last night dial one free
My n*gga think we small but
We don't do that at all
That's not n*gga
Buy a whole mart in your
We front row, that mad ball
Yo main b*tch in my left bar
I don't give no f*ck bout none of yall
Ball so hard I'm rich n*gga
Yo b*tch on my di*k n*gga
6 figures, we'll quit n*gga
Soulja told me get in this b*tch and spaz out
n*gga I might black out
Black coupe when I back out
Bring no b*tch to my stash house
Unless she give to me that mouth
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup
I get money n*gga, f*ck what ya heard
I get money on the first second and the third
My young n*ggas bout to pull up with some syrup