Pineapple Fanta Soulja Boy

[Introduction]

Yuh, Stacks on Deck Money Gang
It's Soulja Boy nigga, the Movie (Uh)
SOD Aye

[Chorus]

Run up on me flip a pussy nigga like a channel
Got my niggas in the cut and they got them hammers
Niggas talking shit pussy nigga i'mma blam em'
Got them birds and they touchdown in Pineapple Fanta
Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta
I'm with the gang you can't hang you ain't pourin Fanta's
Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta
I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta

[Verse 1]

Pouring lean with the gang, you ain't gang you can't hang
Run up on me let it bang, I swear you niggas lame
Broke boy won't snatch a chain
Boy you gon' get your ass slayed
Run up on me hit with the K
King Soulja Big Dre
Riding around in that Rari thang
Nigga want to take his chain
Niggas talking all that shit, nigga let that choppa bang
30 thousand on my ring, 50 thousand for my chain
I pull up with the gang, we know we make it rain
All them bitches they on gang
Niggas talking they so lame
Nigga's be broke as the fuck, man i swear them niggas lame
Young Soulja hard in the paint, they Soulja this then that
Pull up on the fucking block and i'm in the brand new Jag
Drop the top up on the Lam
200 for ?
50 thousand for my ring, 30 for my ?
Lotta choppas in this bitch shooting at the fucking niggas
Talking all that fucking shit
SOD my niggas killa (Uh)
Pull up on your block like Blaow
Pussy boy trying jack my style
Rolly sitting on my wrist and you know that's 50 thou'
In the kitchen whipping now
I gotta make all my loud
Man i'm smoking all this loud
Oh my god my city proud