Chun Li Soulja Boy

Pistol play and brick talk nigga...
Bentleys and chickens nigga...
Bricks and pistols nigga...
Fuck you mean, nigga? Yeah....
You disrespect me and my gang, i'm coming to yo' crib nigga...
Fuck you talkin' bout nigga?

[Hook]
I dare a pussy nigga try me
In the trap, selling dope, kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li
Kicking shit like Chun Li
Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li
Uh

[Verse 1]
They got the trap on fire
Young nigga post up like Street Fighter
Riding the Lamb on the wire
I got that Lambo on fire
I got yo' house on fire
Run in yo' house like Street Fighter
I got that trap on fire, I got that strap on fire
I got snapped by the paparazzi
I was ridin' on a Kawasaki
Money comin' on me, on my body
Tattoos on my body, yeah she on my body
Hop in the molly, we up in Folly's
Hop on the Mazi I take off the Maserati
And you know that they got the Ducati
Young Soulja Boy, I don't go to the money
Go to the money, I go get the money
Kicking shit like I'm Chun Li nigga
Fuck around, you gon' dissapear
AK 47 hit his ear
He talking that shit but he last year
Then Soulja Tell 'Em make him disappear!
30 thousand and it's up in my ear
Sipping on lean an (?) the clear