Soulja Banger lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Intro]

Man I'm in this sh*t for real
Hey, heeey

[Verse 1]

Real sh*t
Get up on my level, Got a new chain
Got a new bezel
I'm that f*cking n*gga, Imma f*cking hit her
It don't really matter, Imma kill a n*gga
I'm riding with my n*ggas getting figures man
Yeah imma hit her man, with my n*ggas man
I'm not a b*tch, I'm not a snitch
Man you n*ggas broke, man my n*ggas rich
Hit a f*cking lick, then I take a trip
Then I f*cked his b*tch, pistol on my hip
Knock a n*gga down, welcome to my town
Blow it by the pound, b*tch it's going down
Hold a 100 rounds, Love them gun sounds
Smoking on that noun person, place or thing
n*ggas talking sh*t, Can't f*ck with me
I'm SOD, Catch me in these streets
b*tch I make it flip, Make my money flip
And I make a transaction then I buss a brick
Man I'm with my clique, and we stupid rich
b*tch we hit licks, b*tch we with the sh*t
I'm not a b*tch, I don't play around
It'll go down, It'll go down
Like right now, hold that chopper sound
Hollow tips and 30 clips with a 100 rounds
You a n*gga flex, I lay you down
In that fast lane, I smoke a pound
I drive that car, to that f*cking spot
Hit my f*cking block, man that sh*t is hot
b*tch I stack a knot, all about my guap
Catch me at the block, while this sh*t hot
Man my clique on fire, n*ggas straight smoking
Third eye open, pistol what I'm totin'
b*tch you know I'm packing, n*gga never lacking
Ready for the action, b*tch we get it cracking
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