So Dope (Freestyle) lyrics

[Soulja Boy]
I'm so motherf*cking dope, b*tch I'm the truth
Riding through my hood throwing money out the roof
And everybody saying Soulja Boy got the juice
But the real sh*t is b*tch, the n*gga is the truth
And the real kicks is b*tch, that sh*t cost a hundred
'Bout six hundred see my n*gga getting blunted
Shout out to my n*ggas on the block getting money
Real sh*t he got his whole clique stunting
Got no top and no buster, no weak motherf*cker
Pull up in that trap and everybody screaming whoa
Where the f*ck you get that at home boy froze but
Home boy cold with the motherf*cking most but
Everywhere I go they wanna take a f*cking picture
Oh my god, I must be that n*gga
Oh my god, she drunk off that liquor
But I'm not a f*cking hipster but I will f*ck your sister
Swag off the ripped a b*tch n*gga you remember
Came through the hood frozed up like December
Got this ice on my chain, the jewellery was a mystery
When Soulja Boy came out you know I made history
I stepped in the club VIP 'bout 60 deep
b*tches walking up saying Soulja you the sh*t to me
Hoes wanna kiss my feet, goddamn I'm royalty
They ain't really sh*t to me you know I swag OD
I swag out the roof doe, b*tches so cold like pluto
Man I thought you knew doe, Soulja Boy Tell'Em got the juice doe
Every time you see me got a new ho
Goddamn you know it's going down for the 2-4
2-4, catch me on the Maserati flip
Slap the Maserati matte black paint, these n*ggas wanna copy
But hold on, my n*gga got the last throne and the king
Hold on, tell my n*gga get your crown roll on
Tell my n*gga get his goddamn bling
Every time you see me I'mma rock the scene
I'm a Soulja, n*gga I done told ya'
CEO swag mob, man my young n*gga fold ya'
Pull up in the Rover, f*cking with Mustard
And I got everything on me custom
25k, tell a n*gga rush them
With the baggage claim put 20 on them busters
50 and his sister n*gga still window shopping…