Yeah (Yeah)
Young Kros on the beat
Soldier
Ten bands just to see me perform, yeah, uh
Ten bands just to see me perform, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Ten bands just to see me perform, I'm really just stackin' my paper (Stackin' my paper)
And lil' bruh, I been countin' that money so long, it feel like my fingers got paper cuts (Damn, I got paper cuts)
And shawty gon' suck everything off the bone, I feel like I just gotta pay the slut (I just gotta pay)
And the stick gotta put a nigga in a chair, I'ma clean a nigga taper up (Give him a fade)
Yeah, I'm lettin' you know, these niggas bitch-made (Lil' bitch)
Chopper give his ass a temp fade
I been thuggin' since the fifth grade
Four-ten, I'ma let that bitch rip (Yeah)
We gon' clear the scene and let it rip from the hip
East Side, I been here since a jit
Real ratchet, she gon' suck on the tip
Nah, for real (Lil' bitch)
Still finessin' the city with whoadie and BG (My dawgs)
And you know what that means (For real)
Don't come around me tryna play like you're gangster (At all)
You just causin' a scene
I want the M-O-N-E-Y, racks, yeah
I hit that ho from the back, yeah
I only smoke on that thrax, yeah
I just blew a check off in Saks, yeah
State to state, different bitches in different cities
I be hittin' 'em regular (On the regular)
And play for play, I'm just catchin' them bitches (Yeah)
No more ringin' my cellular (My cellular)
When I'm on the West Side, I'm thuggin' with Scrilla 'nem (Yeah, yeah)
And shout out to Hunnid TEC (Hunnid TEC)
And we keep them hundred rounds, hundred rounds
Get hit with that bitch, ain't no comin' back (Grrah)
Glock gon' shoot different when lookin' for niggas (Yeah)
I don't need my gun, I'ma whoop me a nigga (At all)
Hit lil' bro bitch on the balcony
Dick so good, made that bitch wanna tackle me
These niggas lame (Yeah), and we know that (Yeah)
Lay a nigga down just like a doormat (A doormat)
I hit that ho with the specialty (Yeah)
She say I'm a dog, well point me to the Pedigree
Don't give a fuck 'bout who think they ahead of me (Yeah)
I keep a TEC, I ain't talkin' no referee
You pay to fuck, nigga, I get the neck for free
Nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
I been at the money, ain't slept in 'bout two days (Two days)
She in love when I get on that D'USSÉ (Yeah)
I get in her mouth like some motherfuckin' toothpaste (Yeah, toothpaste)
She just love when a young nigga boot up
Been gettin' pussy, was fuckin' my tutor (My tutor)
My lil' youngin 'nem be totin' bazookas (Bazookas)
Fuck around and get 'em smoked like a hookah, yeah, ayy
Fuck around and get 'em smoked like a hookah, yeah, ayy
Fuck around and get 'em smoked like a hookah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
This Solider, nigga
Real, yeah, yeah (Soldier, man, y'all know what the fuck going on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (We gon' keep applying pressure, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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