Bbs
Oh that's crazy
Oh that's crazy y'all thought i was dead hun
Never
T-Desco bitch
Young soulja not average
Bend it over im a savage
Whole lot of racks turn the pages
PYG gang we go major
Yeah i'm lit
Smoke when i get out the bed
Count paper until i'm dead
Shoot in the face with that being said
You lay on the ground i'm counting up deads
Back in the day we dont had no money
We trap out of nothing
We killing this bitch
Back in the day they look at me funny
Now suck on my dick and they say i'm the shit
I go crazy
Give me a year whole gang be rich
I know i'm not supposed to say that shit
But i keep trappin im breaking my wrist
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer
Addicted to syrup
Death potion in my liver
Let me tell you about a young soulja sliding down the street
Handle buisness like a boss he just sit back do his shit
All the opps be scared of beef
He got the baddest fuckin bitch
They got his glock in the whip
Who shot ya
Same youngin that did Dip
I'm hitting the lotto
Ice on me so cold
They hating but they so broke
They not gonna do shit
Joking like Toto
Trap be jumping like a pogo
My bitch smell like coco
Let's go four deep with my damn bros
It's early rolling up more dope
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer
Addicted to syrup
Death potion in my liver
Straight to the face
I can't even think
I'm out of my mind in the space
No idea when i'm back in the place
Tie my sneakers soulja running the race
I'll be the best like i'm Carter or Jackson
I'm not these rappers they loosing and flexing
I'm in Paris balling like i'm a Lakers
PYG gang got lean like Texas
I told her bend over
I'm robbing your bitch ass
You not my brother
I'm not with that bullshit i ain't no sucker
Play with the gang gang gang get slaughter
I made me some racks then i double
Making a M for my mother
He cappin he under that powder
Daily i apply pression getting power
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer
Addicted to syrup
Death potion in my liver
Yeah now y'all waking up hun
Yeah
Soulja
Go
Oh that's crazy y'all thought i was dead hun
Never
T-Desco bitch
Young soulja not average
Bend it over im a savage
Whole lot of racks turn the pages
PYG gang we go major
Yeah i'm lit
Smoke when i get out the bed
Count paper until i'm dead
Shoot in the face with that being said
You lay on the ground i'm counting up deads
Back in the day we dont had no money
We trap out of nothing
We killing this bitch
Back in the day they look at me funny
Now suck on my dick and they say i'm the shit
I go crazy
Give me a year whole gang be rich
I know i'm not supposed to say that shit
But i keep trappin im breaking my wrist
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer
Addicted to syrup
Death potion in my liver
Let me tell you about a young soulja sliding down the street
Handle buisness like a boss he just sit back do his shit
All the opps be scared of beef
He got the baddest fuckin bitch
They got his glock in the whip
Who shot ya
Same youngin that did Dip
I'm hitting the lotto
Ice on me so cold
They hating but they so broke
They not gonna do shit
Joking like Toto
Trap be jumping like a pogo
My bitch smell like coco
Let's go four deep with my damn bros
It's early rolling up more dope
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer
Addicted to syrup
Death potion in my liver
Straight to the face
I can't even think
I'm out of my mind in the space
No idea when i'm back in the place
Tie my sneakers soulja running the race
I'll be the best like i'm Carter or Jackson
I'm not these rappers they loosing and flexing
I'm in Paris balling like i'm a Lakers
PYG gang got lean like Texas
I told her bend over
I'm robbing your bitch ass
You not my brother
I'm not with that bullshit i ain't no sucker
Play with the gang gang gang get slaughter
I made me some racks then i double
Making a M for my mother
He cappin he under that powder
Daily i apply pression getting power
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer
Addicted to syrup
Death potion in my liver
Yeah now y'all waking up hun
Yeah
Soulja
Go
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Writer(s): Ceo Soulja, Sofian El Bachrioui
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