Soulja A Rat lyrics

[Intro]
(Drew made this, Drew made this)

[Verse 1]
In a new stolen car, but your ass ain't know who it was
Feelin' just like Pap on that block, make me hit him up (Hit him up)
Rerock that pot, in the kitchen imma cook up
Stand over an opp with this Glock, he can't look up
Aye, like a library b*tch I'm booked up (I'm booked up)
Aye, perkys with the xannies got me too stuffed (I'm too stuffed)
Aye, feelin' like Young Pappy I got two cups (I got two cups)
Aye, we got cocaína, treat yo nose up
Rolling out my body and I'm higher than a falcon
Shots, he a shooter, he was sniping off the mountain
Dropped off in that water my young boy he started drowning
Took Ksoo's snacks soon as he hit the county (You a b*tch)
Popout bеat his ass soon as he hit the fifth floor
Finessе beat his ass, parked his car, he a hoe hoe (Facts)
Monkey ass n*gga, something like Mojo Jojo
What type of stolen car you in Foolio? This a Tahoe
She wanna eat juicy crab, whatchu got, b*tch McDonalds
You serving all that dog food, who you think you is, Ralo?
I heard you got a foreign stolen car, on Forgiatos
Choppa burn a n*gga quick, something like a hot hoe (Aye)

[Interlude]
Drew made this, motherf*cker
Drew made this, motherf*cker
Aye, like a lollipop you up sucka (You up sucka)
Try to run, Tampa Bay we bucc' 'em (Tampa Bay)
Try to run, then we hit his back
Stand over him, we finish that (We finish that)
Take his life, he can't get it back (Can't get it back)
pus*y boy, you should've thought 'bout that (Thought 'bout that)
[Verse 2]
Aye, foo' you say you smoke my dead homies? pus*y
But, now you a new dead homie
Like a pencil, got that lead on me (That lead on me)
Like Panera, I got that bread on me (That bread on me)

[Bridge]
This man Soulja in the Rover got a toaster
I smoke y'all for jit if you ever try to f*ck us over
Got-got-got-
And if I kill for Soulja he gon' kill for me
Since Pampers man, my n*ggas kept it real with me

[Verse 3]
Soulja K, you a fed though (What the f*ck?)
How he told on his own homie? (Goddamn)
Man you know I got that roll on me (That roll on me)
Like a light I got that pole on me
And I'm smoking dead n*ggas, man they souls on me (They souls on me)
f*ck around and smell they souls on me (Goddamn)
I don't f*ck with none of my old homies, aye (Why that?)
For more of them n*ggas there it was too funny (It was too funny)

[Verse 4]
Aye, pop up on your block, with a Glock
f*ck around, hit his block
Hit a n*gga top, with his chop, he can't run alot (Run alot)
pus*y tried to run from our gun, he ain't get far
Pulled up in the car, got my Glock, I'm a Glock star
I'm a rockstar, pus*y boy, I'll rock out
When I pop out, b*tch you know I'm with lil' Popout
And he'll pop out, he'll pop out with his mop out
You pull up on us, I swear to God, you'll get blown down
[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, you tweak with us you get blown down
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah
Try to beef with us you get blown down
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