Yaah
Come on man, let go, let go
Bitch
Pussy
You a stupid ass nigga man
I need my, I need a lighter
You bout ya business
You keep a mug cause you ain't friendly
Ride by yourself
You screaming fuck them other niggas
Came out the hood
Your mama know just how you living
You claim you gangster, but you ain't known to handle business
You bout ya business
You keep a mug cause you ain't friendly
Ride by yourself
You screaming fuck them other niggas
Came out the hood
Your mama know just how you living
You claim you gangster, but you ain't known to handle business
Ya daddy gone
You know he found another home
Back in the days
Tees, bauds, Rees & cell phones
Okay, I'm back now
Remember them days
Just playing bat down
New Orleans Super Sunday
We too shive to even play around
Off the other side then we fighting
Bring them hands round
DJ popping off in the hood
You know we swinging round
Cut up with two clips
Hangin out the Dickie fit
If I catch you on the corner, you're serving
I'll spin the bin
I'm a Soulja
Magnolia off Willow, ask Zeric
A uptown dog pound, nigga ask Terry
They got me on the feature
To shell to your Adidas
Kicking shit
Call it FIFA
No Mexican, fuck fajita
I'm a ride for my niggas, that's gon' ride for me
But you ain't gotta say I love you
Do it off GP
When you hear them Glocks banging
300, fuck Chief Keef
Boy, I never back down
Strapped up like car seats
BANG !!
You bout ya business
You keep a mug cause you ain't friendly
Ride by yourself
You screaming fuck them other niggas
Came out the hood
Your mama know just how you living
You claim you gangster, but you ain't known to handle business
Ya daddy gone
You know he found another home
Back in the days
Tees, bauds, Rees & cell phones
Okay, I'm back now
Remember them days
Just playing bat down
New Orleans Super Sunday
We too shive to even play around
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Gotta keep a bad bitch to act a ass with
Mad thick
Waist, Soulja slim
But ass the fattest
Yeah, she nasty
But that's a classic
(Look, look)
Acting like a killer, rapping like a killer
We be getting picky with the product
Acting like a dealer
Mo realer, Gorilla
Mathematics, go figure
Well
No matter how you add it
You still a broke nigga
Okay, let him have it
Catch me all in
Traffic
Ridin' with a stick
But car came automatic
Niggas behind me won't get ahead of me
So fuck that shit you telling me
And you better be
Bout ya business
You keep a mug cause you ain't friendly
Ride by yourself
You screaming fuck them other niggas
Came out the hood
Your mama know just how you living
You claim you gangster, but you ain't known to handle business
But you ain't known to handle business
But you ain't known to handle business
But you ain't known to handle business
You ain't known to handle business
You ain't known to handle business
Ya daddy gone
You know he found another home
You ain't never in the business
But you ain't never in the business
But you ain't never in the business
Pussy ass nigga ain't never in the business