Soulja glock
Y'all know what the fuck going on, man
Soulja Livin' Tru, ENT, yeah
Yeah

Glock beat that pussy like a bullet, uh-huh
Seven-six-two, times thirty-nine
Finger fuck that twat like I'm off the casamigo
Bitch, I'm plugged out in San Juan, puerto rico
Hang with mi amigo, buenos dias, mamacita
Que pasa, wait
You got that work
All white, pure cocaine dope
You know it's clean, cause I got it off the boat

Fresh off the boat, dope for the low
This for the nose, this ain't something that you smoke
I-95, I'm on the road
Dropping off loads of that Pablo esco
I get the bag and get it fast and got these niggas mad
Two hundred on the dash and speed off quick, this bitch ain't got a tag
Just hit the gas, I'm living this shit fast
Nigga, get off your ass
This bitch so bad, she gone give it up and I ain't gotta ask

I remember getting burnt on my fingers
Used to smoke the jizzle down to the fucking stinger
Now I'm with this bitch Kia, sliding in a stinger
Got that fie up in the kia, wanna fire up, hit the windows
It's an old, cold world, keep that fie up in december
Gotta keep that heat, niggas die up in the winter
Got that money on my mind, only thing I remember
Sticking to the G code, shit'll make you a winner

Fucking on this nigga bitch, he my son to me
Baby girl, take that plan B right in front of me
I ain't gone lie, if you trying nigga, it ain't nothing for me
Huh, niggas really right up under me
Started from the ground up
Nigga, from the bottom where the fuck they found us
Huh, treacherous, been up in them trenches, nigga
Scars and these war wounds
Told brodie load up on them guns, we going to war soon
Seen shit change like the weather
Rock these scars like a medal
Know nothing lasts forever, but they always say forever
Had to get up off the ground, I had to get my shit together
Bro tie your shoes, you tripping, we bout to go to war with whoever

Hold on, I keep that hammer close, gotta be in arm reach
That nigga doing all that talking, practice what you preach
I'm getting money, gotta grind, make sure we eat
No silver spoon, yeah, we ate up off them paper plates
Nigga, yeah, your name gotta carry weight
That's the only thing that you got when you hit the grave
I got a fully automatic, wanna be fully paid
I swear to God, you a mob, you just in the way
Uh, stand on business, see shoe prints
I swear to God, hard times, we been through this
Rainy days, nigga no umbrella
Yeah, that bitch cut me off, but I can't sweat her
Cause it's M-O-B, yeah in that same order
I move that Pablo Escobar like the transporter
Nigga gotta stay down, that's what the game taught us
Know some niggas heartless, but they stay loyal

Soulja Livin' tru