Soldier Musik E

She gon' wanna fuck 'cause I'm rich and I'm Famous Tell 'em don't trust me, I'm grimy, I'm dangerous Pull up to the set, I be Hangin' with bangers I been in it all my Life, ain't no stranger to danger What you niggas Claim? blood for the niggas that we lost, but Still we feel the pain Got a pendant wrapped In diamonds with my brother on a chain My Dog doin' time for the gang, I do the Same I take a risk, but instead I'd rather The booth I would pop a Perc', but instead I'd rather sip a dew Bitch, you been out, You wasn't there, nigga, where was you? Day ones in my circle, some gone, I only Got a few You ain't smokin' za in your Wood, you can keep the booth You ain't pourin' Wock' in your cup, you can keep the juice Man, locked in with my niggas since kids, I Swear we been true Give me a bottle and A Perc', I'm finna get loose Yeah, we certified Steppers, you can't step in if you ain't got No tool don't know if you got your strap, I got my strap and Peezy got one too Man, let them niggas make the wrong step, we Shoot, they make the news If bitch thought I Was finna stay with her, I guess it's April Fools Damn, wipe that nigga nose, them bullets hit Him, I think I seen him drool I had To drop a Perc'y in a uh, I'm in A type of mood Slidin' up in traffic, biggin' Back, but I ain't never rude Racks said ask Alicity with a back and she hella rude Said I had to catch it when she threw it Back, I think she felt it too She like, "Angie from the J's," I'm like, "Yes, sir" Said, "Take me to the block," and it's on the Next turn Dead outside Lennox wood, I'm like, "Let it burn" Need a mask and then the Hills, mama told me it's my turn Mix the Uh with the uh, got me sippin' when I Swerve If the opp, he better duck, he gettin' Served Had hit the whoopty where I seen Crash In the turf I remember all them days smokin' Eighties on the Murph Man told me, "Don't be Broke, go get the profit off the work" You Wanna bang BSD, you gotta pop a nigga first Like, bitch, this TNB the gang and, bitch, we Got it out the dirt Niggas slime me in The turf, keep a strap right where you think It at Just left Neimans, blew a bag, but I'ma get it back Caught that nigga slippin', tagged Him up, but he ain't get a pass Fire .22 off the strap, hit his neck and his Back Tinted up the Benz, next month I'm paintin' It black I need a couple M's on the Table when I work in the trap You ain't Never seen this bust down, but I'm bringin' it Back Dickie suit with the flame belt with the Chunkiest strap Tell a nigga step up in my Five and I'm talkin' him down.308'll blow a Nigga heart right out of his chest We got Ruger nine Glocks TECs and we come with the Best I'ma hit his head and hit his neck, I ain't aim for the vest