Soldiers lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Real thugs politicin', we don’t do the squares
Evil thoughts then this chop went upside his head
Four of mud, watch it drop, then hit my paisa dance
Told my shooter ain't trippin', do what’s necessary

[Verse 2: Duffy]
Off the Mussle, everything we do is legendary
Steppin' with my soldiers, this sh*t lookin' like the military
Get dough like Pillsbury, juice got me levitatin'
How bad we did that last n*gga, it still got me nervous
Skinny n*gga, but my pockets oversized
Serve a n*gga, here's your slice of humble pie
Hood famous, еverywhere wе go get recognized

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
Get put up in a box if we catch you fratenizer
Throwin' up them signs, now it's a pizza party
Batmobile coupe, no, we don't gotta use a key to start it
You lyin’ in good hands, don’t be stressed, we got this sh*t covered
Swervin', duckin’, crash, I just stole off on Mei Ling cousin
Slidin' all through traffic, you don't wanna see me reach under
Steppin' on they necks, hard to breathe with my feet on it
Money on his head, I got devs that’s gon' crash dummy
My shooter might slam into a wall if he don't smack somethin'
[Verse 4: Duffy]
Peepin', I'll show you, we get uchies like no other
n*gga, this the real mob, and I'ma ride for all my brothers
I came in with a thumper, we gon' get the block jumpin'
Take notes and learn how to turn nothin' into somethin', sh*t
'Bout my hundreds, I got Ben Frank with me
Stripper b*tch got me wildin', I just made it rain on her

[Verse 5: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
I got two rich b*tches, no time for neither of 'em
Shoot a dread off his head, and he gon' cry bloody murder
Why he askin' 'bout them bodies? He might be an undercover
Nuts off, I just turned a n*gga head to peanut butter
This b*tch gon' roll for me, we don't even know each other
These n*ggas di*k ride like they on Harley motorcycles
Don't ask me how I got up in the club with F&N
b*tch, I ball like NBA, I'm never goin' broke again

[Verse 6: Blue Pesos]
Round table with the mob, discussin' licks and gettin' M's
We'll shoot your man crush, no, we don't support the MCM
Racks in a Louis V backpack
Put it in my hands, and I take Zelle, Apple, Cash App
GLE Benz, I had this b*tch doin' handstands
You ain't gettin' dough 'til you go and put your friends on
[Verse 7: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
My strap? Why you ask that? I thought you got the memo
Burn him like a CD, let a n*gga hold a demo
You could never get a trophy, that was a pretty good attempt, though
Gorilla nuts equipped, this could knock down a hippo
Black mask on my face, creepin' through your back window
n*gga, that's your b*tch? I'll turn her to a widow
Let him try to bully up on somethin', RIP Deebo
That's a free throw, you n*ggas know what we on, sh*t (sh*t, for real)

[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
How you on?
Put your homies on
All that sh*t, n*gga
Put your friends on, n*gga
That's somethin' a real n*gga gon' do
Ugh
You know what the f*ck the truth is, n*gga
Long live Drakeo