Well if it isn't Mr. Beezy the Kingpin
Riding down my hood, in that yellow crown vet
All my niggas know that I got the Benz
I 'on want them niggas know what I'm reppin bitch
Same shit, nigga it's a majesty
On that fuckin hood, nigga rest in peace to Eazy E
Lil Soulja B, aka S.Beezy
Ridin' through my trap
Making it look so damn easy
My pockets looking lovely
Niggas on that paper chase
Caked up Soulja Boy, all about that grape swisher
I broke it down
Nigga up in my town we gettin' HIGH
Nigga know what it is
Nigga do or die
Young ass Beezy on that motherfuckin paper chase
Everytime I ride, you know ima get it straight
Niggas don't know bout that motherfuckin weapon
Come through on your ass, when I tote that Smith-n-westin
In the mothafuckin club, show me love
They pouring up and playing all my music
SOD anthem, it's a party
Hoes on my dick, that's whats up
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em with that lean in my cup
Double cup
Pour me up
Bottles of Rozay
She say she like that ciroc, that vodka
That's okay with me
Lil Dre, ima rep it how I pose up
Niggas know what the fuck, empty tag on that old school
Nigga fuckin up that pro tools
No lap
Niggas show me love when they see me on that slap
Young Soulja Boy, nigga know I'm goin in
Young ass nigga mane, came for the win
Young ass nigga in this mothafuckin blow
You can't trust these fuckin hoes, they will put you out Fo'sho
Have you lookin crazy for that mothafuckin doe
Have you lookin crazy nigga
You can't trust them ladies nigga
Better tote your pistol
Niggas out to get you
Ridin with that tinted windows, nigga watch your spinners
Underneath the pillow, where the dope at
Police tryin to slow me up
Ridin thru my park like
"Nigga what the fuck"
Bustin at me, he's a bitch so I hit the po
Nigga knows whats up, I'm fuckin with the whole crew
Duffle bag birds in that back of that trunk
I dont hope I get caught, so I'm toting on the pump
Niggas know whats up
I'm Lucky
Ridin thru my hood, police can't touch me
Everywhere I go nigga, I'm looking so clean
Red carpet on that shades, sippin on promynthazine
Young nigga all bout his fuckin doe
Everybody know, I got it for the low
Its that young ass nigga reppin SOD gang
S.Beezy just another day, all up on that paper chase
Young nigga pulled up and the hoes was on his cock
He had to watch out for them haters and them crooked cops
Them niggas want to see you down when you doing good
Got a million in the bank, well that's all good
They want to see you fall, they want to bust your ass
In my hood, ain't no love for your snitch ass
Nigga keep your mouth closed about that business
In the mothafuckin street, nigga please pay attention
Mane I'm all about my love, show trust
Loyalty, with my fuckin 9 I will bust
Nigga know SOD, don't fuck with us
All about that paper chase
My nigga, we go getta mane
You knowin where I'm at
Basefield, Mississippi
Got a couple real ass goons, and they with me
Reppin this shit 4 life, loyalty
Nigga I'm in beast mode, sticking in the streets
It's that love with that G-Code
Stuck it in, my partna did it big
7 years, I shed a lot of tears
Young ass nigga mane, all out that fuckin bag
70K cash, why would I laugh
Ima keep this shit real
Like I'm spitting life facts
True story, you know about me
I climax
Niggas know I spit that real shit to these fiends
I'm a mothafuckin king, like a fell out a fuckin dream
Riding down my hood, in that yellow crown vet
All my niggas know that I got the Benz
I 'on want them niggas know what I'm reppin bitch
Same shit, nigga it's a majesty
On that fuckin hood, nigga rest in peace to Eazy E
Lil Soulja B, aka S.Beezy
Ridin' through my trap
Making it look so damn easy
My pockets looking lovely
Niggas on that paper chase
Caked up Soulja Boy, all about that grape swisher
I broke it down
Nigga up in my town we gettin' HIGH
Nigga know what it is
Nigga do or die
Young ass Beezy on that motherfuckin paper chase
Everytime I ride, you know ima get it straight
Niggas don't know bout that motherfuckin weapon
Come through on your ass, when I tote that Smith-n-westin
In the mothafuckin club, show me love
They pouring up and playing all my music
SOD anthem, it's a party
Hoes on my dick, that's whats up
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em with that lean in my cup
Double cup
Pour me up
Bottles of Rozay
She say she like that ciroc, that vodka
That's okay with me
Lil Dre, ima rep it how I pose up
Niggas know what the fuck, empty tag on that old school
Nigga fuckin up that pro tools
No lap
Niggas show me love when they see me on that slap
Young Soulja Boy, nigga know I'm goin in
Young ass nigga mane, came for the win
Young ass nigga in this mothafuckin blow
You can't trust these fuckin hoes, they will put you out Fo'sho
Have you lookin crazy for that mothafuckin doe
Have you lookin crazy nigga
You can't trust them ladies nigga
Better tote your pistol
Niggas out to get you
Ridin with that tinted windows, nigga watch your spinners
Underneath the pillow, where the dope at
Police tryin to slow me up
Ridin thru my park like
"Nigga what the fuck"
Bustin at me, he's a bitch so I hit the po
Nigga knows whats up, I'm fuckin with the whole crew
Duffle bag birds in that back of that trunk
I dont hope I get caught, so I'm toting on the pump
Niggas know whats up
I'm Lucky
Ridin thru my hood, police can't touch me
Everywhere I go nigga, I'm looking so clean
Red carpet on that shades, sippin on promynthazine
Young nigga all bout his fuckin doe
Everybody know, I got it for the low
Its that young ass nigga reppin SOD gang
S.Beezy just another day, all up on that paper chase
Young nigga pulled up and the hoes was on his cock
He had to watch out for them haters and them crooked cops
Them niggas want to see you down when you doing good
Got a million in the bank, well that's all good
They want to see you fall, they want to bust your ass
In my hood, ain't no love for your snitch ass
Nigga keep your mouth closed about that business
In the mothafuckin street, nigga please pay attention
Mane I'm all about my love, show trust
Loyalty, with my fuckin 9 I will bust
Nigga know SOD, don't fuck with us
All about that paper chase
My nigga, we go getta mane
You knowin where I'm at
Basefield, Mississippi
Got a couple real ass goons, and they with me
Reppin this shit 4 life, loyalty
Nigga I'm in beast mode, sticking in the streets
It's that love with that G-Code
Stuck it in, my partna did it big
7 years, I shed a lot of tears
Young ass nigga mane, all out that fuckin bag
70K cash, why would I laugh
Ima keep this shit real
Like I'm spitting life facts
True story, you know about me
I climax
Niggas know I spit that real shit to these fiends
I'm a mothafuckin king, like a fell out a fuckin dream
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