[Intro]
Aye
We back in this motherfucka, nigga
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The most followers in the rap game for a young black nigga
The most songs in the rap game, I got more songs than everybody, nigga
I'm 'bout to kill this shit
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Shouts out to Yung God
[Verse 1]
Jumping off the roof, goddamn, where's my parachute?
Pretty boy goons, all we know is money and the loot
40 on my troop, 80 drop top, I'm on the loose
Fuck the F.B.I. and fuck all the Army troops
Fighting for what, bitch? Be your own man
I be flying through the clouds with green like I'm Peter Pan
I be so damn high, man, you don't understand
I just talked to God today, I said, "Give me another chance"
So I'm back in the hood and I'm tryna flip the bands
I done put the double cup and poured up the kickstand
Now the hoes on my dick 'cause the tats on my hands
And my hand gripping wood behind the 2012 van
Man I pulled up in the truck, and my goons duffled up
Got the bricks and the kush and the loud pack, what?
Man you know what's going down when I pull up in the drop
And everybody on me 'cause the album just dropped
Man, the Juice mixtape got the hood on fire
I'mma keep hitting licks till my young ass retire
And I'm posted in the back of the coupe, I'm on fire
If a nigga think he got me, he's a goddamn liar
And I'm posted on the wall like a goddamn fly
I'm a young pretty goon, you can see it in my eye
I done hittwenty licks, and I can't tell you why
And I can't tell you where, got goons in Delaware
Knock your heads off your shoulder if you try to think I'm scared
Man I'm Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, bitch I tote the infrared
Got the tats on my neck, got the tats on my chest
Got the Super Saiyan Swag, yes, my goons off in this
Man you hoes talking down but you really don't know
Got a couple bands that'll get your ass knocked off the globe
[Interlude]
Like I told you niggas, I'mma have the most songs in the rap game
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Y'all already know what time it is, nigga
It's finna be another hot summer
2012, I'm dropping hits nigga, I'm still hitting licks nigga
Don't get it fucked up, I'm in Miami, Florida, let's go
[Verse 2]
Gucci bag and Louis kicks, I can't even talk no shit
Young Soulja Boy, I'm on the block, I'm looking like 50 bricks
Walking like a walking lick, talking like a chicken coupé
Running 'round the city and my goons are on the fucking loose
2012: yeah, salute! Money sitting in the booth
Drop top Phantom converted into a Bentley coupé
Switched the Lambo truck for the brand new Audi though
100 million dollars got me walking like Shawty Lo
Walk inside the studio, I promise I'mma get it in
50 lick shawty, Soulja Boy, I'm bout to bring 'em in
Drop top Lexus, I done flipped into a Benz though
S.L. 56 sitting on Forgiatos
Young Lil Dre, I done swagged for the summer
Got the presidential Lambo like I'm no Obama
I'm Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I'mma swag till I'm dead
If you didn't know boy, I'll put some money on your head
Got tats on my chest, but I won't tat my legs
Got money on the purp, yeah you heard what I said
If you boy's talking down, I might pull the infrared
Got my young boys with me and he doing like Simon said
If I tell him 2 words, then he gonna make a move
Tell me what's a goon to a pretty young dude
And I post on the block, and all my goons shoot
Young Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Shout out to my troops
Yeah they riding for the boy
And we swag to the city
Got 400 rappers and the city fuckin' with me
Got my young boys trappin' on the Westside of Atlanta
Got so many cars, I think I'm Tony Montana
I'm connected to Australia, all the way to Alabama
Got the goons holding on me with the Gucci bandana
I be walking in Miami with the Louis on my sandals
Niggas hating on young God 'cause he hot like a candle
AK-47 shooting, hit, ay, hold your man too
Hit your mama and your daddy
They crying at your funeral
Mane, we shooting up the funeral
Ain't nobody even scared
Got the young boys with me and
They shooting for your head
Young Soulja Boy Tell Em
I done tat my whole arm
Got 40 on my wrist and I just rang the alarm
God damn I'm on fire, pull up in the Benz
And I shitted on the world in the year 2010 (woo)
[Outro]
The most songs in the rap game, nigga