Yo yea
Yo yo
Yo yea
Soulja
I don’t need pussy ass niggas man
This that motherfuckin Young & Flexin man
Fuck all these pussy ass niggas hatin on the motherfuckin Soulja
I ain’t got no time to play with you bitch ass niggas man
Yo
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it)
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it no
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it (want it)
These niggas don’t want it (want it), these niggas don’t want it
So I’m ridin round with that 30 clip, I’mma let a nigga have it
I’m swayvin, back to back in fuckin traffic
Traffic with my niggas, we gon blow this kush
I’m a young drug nigga, I don’t know this shit
Don’t know shit, but icy
I post up in my YT, I’m swagged out like Nike
A young nigga on south beach
With a bad bitch, with some liquor
And some lean and some pistol
I post up, it’s a million
A million and a mill too
We run through that, got the stacks, burst through that
Cash up, caked that
You fuck me’s you fake that
Real nigga – take that
Hit the block, break that
Get a plate, scrape that
On the block, make that
Bitches say that I’m sexy, that boy Soulja
The hottest and best rapper, bitch I thought I told ya
Follow me to the Philippines
Better be a fucking king
Not sure of these fake niggas, Soulja Boy, I’m so supreme
Modicom that fool with that fuckin full
Drop on my album, December 13th I’m in that ho
Sold out this show, bout to roll up, ain’t trippin
Bout to roll up, ain’t slippin
Come with my Smith & Wesson
Suck with a real nigga, my music go so hard
I’m so true to this, I’m new to this
We new to this and we nuisance bitch
Let’s go, coming out the block hard scopes
My nigga’s in this bitch
For real, I’m talkin hard bull
Take my trip to London and I’m steady bunkin
You ain’t made a million nigga, I’m disappointed (nigga)
Soulja Boy – I flex, tear these grams with hella plix
Niggas talkin what they want, I take their girl and give em sex
Bruh, why you ain’t fuckin with the Soulja?
Bruh, why ya ain’t voting like I told ya?
Name brand, snap back
Nigga, give me my swag back
Grindin through the hood, I get a dope VSL
Ridin through my hood, everything YSL
Niggas say they rich as Soulja Boy, I can’t tell
Drop top Bentley, 20-50 SS hell
Fast on that highway, goin in fast as hell
It’s a legendary moment
I’m shittin on my opponent
Got bottles in that bitch, I got money in this bitch
And you know I’m with this shit
You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit
You know I’m with this shit, you know I’m with this shit
Fuck with my clique, you wanna lick my dick
I ain’t stop for real, my niggas in this bitch
Whoa, whoa