Chun Li lyrics

Pistol play and brick talk n*gga...
Bentleys and chickens n*gga...
Bricks and pistols n*gga...
f*ck you mean, n*gga? Yeah....
You disrespect me and my gang, i'm coming to yo' crib n*gga...
f*ck you talkin' bout n*gga?

[Hook]
I dare a pus*y n*gga try me
In the trap, selling dope, kicking sh*t like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking sh*t like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking sh*t like Chun Li
Uh

[Verse 1]
They got the trap on fire
Young n*gga post up like Street Fighter
Riding the Lamb on the wire
I got that Lambo on fire
I got yo' house on fire
Run in yo' house like Street Fighter
I got that trap on fire, I got that strap on fire
I got snapped by the paparazzi
I was ridin' on a Kawasaki
Money comin' on me, on my body
Tattoos on my body, yeah she on my body
Hop in the molly, we up in Folly's
Hop on the Mazi I take off the Maserati
And you know that they got the Ducati
Young Soulja Boy, I don't go to the money
Go to the money, I go get the money
Kicking sh*t like I'm Chun Li n*gga
f*ck around, you gon' dissapear
AK 47 hit his ear
He talking that sh*t but he last year
Then Soulja Tell 'Em make him disappear!
30 thousand and it's up in my ear
Sipping on lean an (?) the clear
[Hook]
I dare a pus*y n*gga try me
In the trap, selling dope, kicking sh*t like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking sh*t like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking sh*t like Chun Li

[Verse 2]
Run in yo' house just like home alone
Pouring lean in my Styrofoam
pus*y n*gga talking on the internet
I'm a send my killers straight to his home
AK 47 hit in his dome
(hit em, hit em)
He thought he was on, but now that n*gga gone
Now they blowing my phone
Shout out my OG, he put me on
I put this sh*t and I wrote it in a song
pus*y n*gga better not come to my zone
Made a million dollars off of my phone
I can trap and do this sh*t all alone
AK 47 come all alone
All my n*ggas, they get money
Hop out the wrist [?] and we serving' em
n*gga, them onions! (?)
Maybe if I call 'em [?] my shooters, they coming
Send em to (?) them n*ggas they runnin'
n*gga talking better pray to his reverend
I'm shooting hollow tips, we send 'em to heaven
ATL, I'm the sh*t here!
Hopped in the Lambo and switched to the 6th gear!
Young Soulja Boy I count big bills!
You f*ck with this gang you got' disappear!
15 thousand on my left ear!
The AP, the Rollie, it look like a chandelier!
Look at my diamonds go "burr!"
I'm sipping on lean, i'm not f*ckin' with beer
[Hook]
I dare a pus*y n*gga try me
In the trap selling dope kicking sh*t like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking sh*t like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking sh*t like Chun Li