Soulja got muscles
Yo girlfriend I f** her (i f** her)
Straight out the trap,b**h that west side struggle
Gucci bandana,blue rag in the duffle
7-4 till the world blow, folk hustle
n***a gotta get this b**h,im all on out the guwop
3 years in the game, ain't dis sh** ain't gunna stop
Call up Miami Mike,post it up on patton lane
Palm trees block,bricks kush and them chickens mane
Drop top 2010,black murcielago (damn)
Raise in Atlanta but born in Chicago(Chi-Town)
Back in Missisippi man I had the hood locked
With a Backpack full of money and a half in my socks
You a stupid a** b**h,if you think you sh**tin like me
Got alot of n***as hating cuz they can't get like me
Man Im Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em and I'mma tell ya how it goes
Keep that pistole on my hip for these rachet a** hoes
Im a real a** n***a,I ain't never been fake
b**h i bought that black hummer and set that b**h on 28's (damn)
Missisippi trap boy,Chi-Town,home town
ATL westside,Zone 1 on now
b**h I'mma G
My first name Soulja
Disrespect me and my n***as gon fold ya
Took a couple small racks,threw them diamond in my teeth
I'mma equipped with armor guns so im ready for that beef