Soldiers lyrics

[Verse 1: Code G]
Poolin up, toolin up
100 soliders, tweaking, booted up
Smoking diesel like a dooly truck
Say we do too much b*tch, we don't do enough
Prynce came with the stick out, 40 came with the di*k out
Flawda Kash on a n*gga head
Entourage full of golds and dreads

[Verse 2: Prynce]
Stay the f*ck out my fam with that cappin sh*t
Yall better stick to this rappin sh*t
My big brother an them still on this trappin sh*t
My lil n*ggas an them still on that savage sh*t
Still in the hood on the ratchet sh*t
b*tch I'm off the G make me clappin sh*t
Im in the hood with some soldiers
I f*ck with my 3 and my son outta know ya

[Hook]
Pull up, n*gga, Flawda
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, [?]
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, Flawda
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, [?]
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
[Verse 3: Flawda Kash]
My way back in soda
Cookin up they boulder
Presedential rollie
I'm crippin, not no rollie
Kicked the b*tch like a goalie
I f*cked the b*tch till I stole her
I'm flexing my soliders
Flexing my soliders
All my n*ggas blow doja
Pull up, four door, open up
A hunnid rounds gone open up
Ninth Ward gone open up
My floor an everything gone open up
My jawns an everything gone open up
Real n*gga gone open up, open up, open up

[Hook]
Pull up, n*gga, Flawda
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, [?]
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, Flawda
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, [?]
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
[Verse 4 & 5: Persona and Juice]
All my n*ggas straight slumming
All my n*ggas at the money, ay
You can't survive in these trenches
Take that sh*t back to the country, yuh
We commandeer like the army
We not sending out a warning, Juice
b*tch I'mma clout like solider
Pooly gone knock up his shoulder
I'm in the kitchen, know that I whip it, know that I'm beating the bolo
I done took flight on my jeweler
Now a young n*gga done froze up
Never ever have I froze up
[?]
I was in a jet flying around with the stick, ready to throw your ass just like a 40, Juice

[Hook]
Pull up, n*gga, Flawda
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, [?]
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, Flawda
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
Pull up, n*gga, [?]
b*tch [?] I told ya
All my n*ggas straight soliders
All my n*ggas straight soliders
[Verse 6: Kyyngg]
All of my n*ggas straight soliders
He talkin too much we explode em (brrrr)
Yeah we pulled up in a Rover, f*ck all that b*tch we got this sh*t over
[?], now she eats di*k for dessert
I won't f*ck her won't flirt
[?]
[?]
I do this sh*t for New Orleans
Lil Mama she want me to f*ck up a di*k in her throat at the end of the party
[?]
[?]
Don't aim in that b*tch for your target
[?]