Titties hangin' out the glizzy, bro, go watch the door, I’m finna write a song
I'm tryna run up all the benjis, struggle to succeed, I put my niggas on (Yeah)
Loyalty run through my blood, if I call you my nigga, then it's right or wrong
Never let the money blind you, stay up on your mission, keep one in the dome (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You know I gotta keep a ski, I’m ready for whatever, talkin' 'bout whenever
Ain't shit, I handle that lil' pressure, bitch, come meet the reverend, I'ma have to bless you
Mr. Put-Your-Ass-Up-on-a-Stretcher
Slangin' K 'cause that’s my favorite letter
Lil’ bitch, you know that we some Soldiers
Better step correct 'cause I’m the one to check you, yeah
Crush his ass just like a Pringle, put that pressure on him, they gon' lay him down
I'm kickin' big shit with your idols, applyin’ that pressure with a hundred rounds
Double cuppin', now I'm leanin', bitch
I'm feelin' drowsy, talkin' to the demons
Niggas faker than a bitch, I had to cut 'em off
They changin' with the seasons, yeah
I'm really smokin' rapper weed, a nigga really out here really makin' moves
Remember kickin' corner stores and clutchin' on that fire, they used to call me Scoob
Fuck it, nigga, we can do it, said that it's whatever, bitch, you know I'm with it
Soldier Life about to win, and nigga, what you're yellin', boy, you better quit it, yeah
Titties hangin' out the glizzy, bro, go watch the door, I'm finna write a song
I'm tryna run up all the benjis, struggle to succeed, I put my niggas on (Yeah)
Loyalty run through my blood, if I call you my nigga, then it's right or wrong
Never let the money blind you, stay up on your mission, keep one in the dome (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Whenever, however, whatever
You know I don't care, ain't nothin' to the youngin (No)
Lil' nigga cappin' off of Soldier business
Nigga trippin', he must be a dummy
.223's through his tummy (Yeah)
I wrap his ass just like a mummy (For real)
Pull up on whoever you with with the TEC and the drake, man this shit gon' get muddy
Soldier Life, I got it on me
Yeah, you got that fire, but nigga, you an actor
Finessin' just to get a combo
Question, where were you at back when I was trappin'?
Chopper posted in the back and yeah that nigga chillin', waitin' for some drama
Done owned about a hundred guns, we walkin' 'round with choppers that can hold a hundred
I might pull up on 'em in a foreign
Play it off and then I get to scorin'
Don't think that I'ma let you slide
'Cause I'ma whack a nigga, leave him for the morning
I'm moving out a couple spots, and yeah, I'm with the gang, lil' nigga, that's for sure
Lil' nigga askin' for a problem, dawg, that shit excite me, you don't want no smoke, for real
Titties hangin' out the glizzy, bro, go watch the door, I'm finna write a song
I'm tryna run up all the benjis, struggle to succeed, I put my niggas on (Yeah)
Loyalty run through my blood, if I call you my nigga, then it's right or wrong
Never let the money blind you, stay up on your mission, keep one in the dome (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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