[Intro]
Jay Clink
50/13
Woo
Woo
[Verse]
Pulled up in that asphalt, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Money by the large amount, mo' syrup than Waffle House
It's time that we show all this racks we been spendin'
It's time that we go in and show them we winnin'
2012, we smashin', Ocean Gang, we splashin'
All of this money, make it like it's magic
Fuck what you heard 'cause you can't check my pockets
When I drop this here, it's a topic
It's a pocket, it's a profit
Pretty boy gangsta, yeah, pretty boy goblin
Pretty boy movin', yeah, pretty boy mobbin'
Nigga want beef, then you know it's no squashin'
Fuck is he talkin'? Yeah, I'm on that jet
Yeah, I'm overseas, yeah, she give me neck
Yeah, in the bathroom, I'm swagged up wit' tattoos
You talk shit, huh, nigga, we will blast you
Blast dude, and he ain't even worth it
Niggas talkin' but he can't check that we're fit
When I'm south side ridin', you see me
When I'm on the west side, posted on that TV
Niggas wanna be me, I'm movin' in 3D
I'm so swagged up, these niggas can't see me
Fuck what you heard, bitch, it's Soulja, I'm swagged up
50/13, KP, bruh bruh, what's hannenin'?
Tear it up, we smashin' the city, on beast mode
I pulled up in Maseratis, them hoes lookin' like he's on
Goddamn, she's throwed, ho hittin' my phone
But which phone? 'Cause Soulja, I ride around wit' three phones
Dope boy swag, swag out the asphalt
Them niggas keep on askin', I'ma give 'em what they ask fo'
Pulled up in a tour bus, followed by a Hummer truck
Followed by that Bentley, in the back of that old Hummer truck
Goddamn, it's Lil' Dre, chain cost one hunnid K
Fuck what you heard, I'm the sun, the one, mane
Niggas know I'm that nigga, I fuck around wit' them, doe
Gang pop up and make yo' clique take a swim, doe
Clearin' out the lobby, that's word to Young Lo
I don't move sloppy, killas in Toronto
Nigga hit my phone once there gon' be a mission
Mission accomplished, bitch, that's a ticket
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, you know I'm on cloud nine
On the West Coast, they lookin' for us now
Nine on my hip, I don't slip, I'ma blast it
You talkin' that fuck shit, yo' body in casket
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, 50/13
I fuck off wit' KP, we get green in between
These fuck niggas can't see me 'cause I'm so outer space
Bitch, I'm on Mars, I might fuck around, catch the case
I'm flyin' in my jet, doe, I'm flyin' in my flown car
Goddamn, it's Lil' Dre, so I'm like a movie star
My life is a film, doe, goddamn, I'm in, doe
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, where is the killas?
Call up my niggas, they'll kill you first thrilla
We dump yo' damn body off up in that river
I came out the ocean, my third eye is open
Really, it's nothin', my whole clique is stuntin'
Ocean Gang, nigga, you know we get cash, homes
Hopped out the water, then I turn my splash on
Goddamn, it's Lil' Dre, double cup my Styrofoam
Everybody gettin' high, dirty Sprite, no Patrón
Fuck what you heard, bitch, my mansions are ballin'
Fuck what you heard, bitch, them girls keep on callin'
Fuck what you heard, Louis V on my wallet
Niggas, that's racks racks, MCM backpack
And I take off, shouts out to Jay Clink
We get so much money, fuck what them niggas think
Hit my phone line, they up on my timeline
You know that I do shine, you know that I do grind
In due time, we takin' over, woo
Jay Clink
50/13
Woo
Woo
[Verse]
Pulled up in that asphalt, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Money by the large amount, mo' syrup than Waffle House
It's time that we show all this racks we been spendin'
It's time that we go in and show them we winnin'
2012, we smashin', Ocean Gang, we splashin'
All of this money, make it like it's magic
Fuck what you heard 'cause you can't check my pockets
When I drop this here, it's a topic
It's a pocket, it's a profit
Pretty boy gangsta, yeah, pretty boy goblin
Pretty boy movin', yeah, pretty boy mobbin'
Nigga want beef, then you know it's no squashin'
Fuck is he talkin'? Yeah, I'm on that jet
Yeah, I'm overseas, yeah, she give me neck
Yeah, in the bathroom, I'm swagged up wit' tattoos
You talk shit, huh, nigga, we will blast you
Blast dude, and he ain't even worth it
Niggas talkin' but he can't check that we're fit
When I'm south side ridin', you see me
When I'm on the west side, posted on that TV
Niggas wanna be me, I'm movin' in 3D
I'm so swagged up, these niggas can't see me
Fuck what you heard, bitch, it's Soulja, I'm swagged up
50/13, KP, bruh bruh, what's hannenin'?
Tear it up, we smashin' the city, on beast mode
I pulled up in Maseratis, them hoes lookin' like he's on
Goddamn, she's throwed, ho hittin' my phone
But which phone? 'Cause Soulja, I ride around wit' three phones
Dope boy swag, swag out the asphalt
Them niggas keep on askin', I'ma give 'em what they ask fo'
Pulled up in a tour bus, followed by a Hummer truck
Followed by that Bentley, in the back of that old Hummer truck
Goddamn, it's Lil' Dre, chain cost one hunnid K
Fuck what you heard, I'm the sun, the one, mane
Niggas know I'm that nigga, I fuck around wit' them, doe
Gang pop up and make yo' clique take a swim, doe
Clearin' out the lobby, that's word to Young Lo
I don't move sloppy, killas in Toronto
Nigga hit my phone once there gon' be a mission
Mission accomplished, bitch, that's a ticket
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, you know I'm on cloud nine
On the West Coast, they lookin' for us now
Nine on my hip, I don't slip, I'ma blast it
You talkin' that fuck shit, yo' body in casket
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, 50/13
I fuck off wit' KP, we get green in between
These fuck niggas can't see me 'cause I'm so outer space
Bitch, I'm on Mars, I might fuck around, catch the case
I'm flyin' in my jet, doe, I'm flyin' in my flown car
Goddamn, it's Lil' Dre, so I'm like a movie star
My life is a film, doe, goddamn, I'm in, doe
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, where is the killas?
Call up my niggas, they'll kill you first thrilla
We dump yo' damn body off up in that river
I came out the ocean, my third eye is open
Really, it's nothin', my whole clique is stuntin'
Ocean Gang, nigga, you know we get cash, homes
Hopped out the water, then I turn my splash on
Goddamn, it's Lil' Dre, double cup my Styrofoam
Everybody gettin' high, dirty Sprite, no Patrón
Fuck what you heard, bitch, my mansions are ballin'
Fuck what you heard, bitch, them girls keep on callin'
Fuck what you heard, Louis V on my wallet
Niggas, that's racks racks, MCM backpack
And I take off, shouts out to Jay Clink
We get so much money, fuck what them niggas think
Hit my phone line, they up on my timeline
You know that I do shine, you know that I do grind
In due time, we takin' over, woo
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