Gratata Soulja Boy

[Intro]
SOD the gang
DP on the beat
Yeah, man, you already know who it is, King Soulja (Baow)
PJ Beats
Stacks on Deck Money Gang (Money boys)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (Baow)
Money comin’ in, it ain’t none stoppin’ us (No stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (Gang)
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)
Pull up on yo' block and they droppin’ ya (They droppin' ya, turn up)
SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin’ us (Baow)

[Verse 1]
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Boom)
Shooters in the back and the front, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)
All my niggas comin’, boy, they droppin’ ya (They droppin' ya)
Fifty thousand on my chain, whip it like tilapia (Oh)
I be in that 'Rari, ain’t none stoppin’ us (No stoppin' us)
Fuck the police, they ain’t shit, they ain’t cops to us (They [?])
SOD the gang, and you know we up (Know we up)
Bitch, look at my chain and my rang, ya sick, ya throwin’ up (Ya throwin' up)
Nigga, know my gang, what I’m throwin’ up (Throwin' up)
Fuckin’ wit' 100, I swear you get a uppercut (Baow)
I be shootin’ choppas, it ain’t none to us (Ain't none to us)
Pull up on yo' block and I bet I bust (Baow)