Yeah, welcome to the Soulja Livin Tru Show, that's that RMC flow
Yeah, bitch

I hope you niggas ain't in the street for no reason
Got them hating from afar, see them nose bleeding
And you ain't making no plays, got no defense
Same way I came in, same way I'm leaving
Shout out to RMC, Mike, we made the whew
We dance like we pushing weight, we may be do

Brody hit off PUA like Baby blue
I'ma buy a whole eight, you like maybe two
They know I'm reppin' for the lake uptown CC too
Bad lil' bitch from the bitty, she know Kiki too

You know I love them ratchet bitches, I keep me two
I tell her, have that pussy out when you greet me, boo
She know I'm trying to dick her down when I step in the room
Moving ridind clean, but you know I ain't forgetting the room

Know I'm moving clean, bags so big like I'm giving a to
Treat dope like shoes on my feet when I'm stepping into em
You know them shoes don't fit while you stepping into em
In the club and trying to tip while you stepping into em

Nigga that aint your bitch why you checking her movements
And if you say you don't fuck with me why you check what I'm doing
Weirdo motherfuckers see em I'm on your i.g
I just posted a pic, don't give a fuck who like me

Streets know, nigga, I don't need a i.d
Last nigga got me, tryna fight me
Charisma got the bitch thumping like a 808
Fuck ait Chrisma nigga, gon' drop the 808

Them crackers kicking down the door, nigga get away
I can hit a nigga ho and find out where he stay
I can get a nigga ho and find out where he lay
Same place a nigga play, same place he lay