Soulja Boy - Work On Deck lyrics

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