Soulja lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB & Lil Juice]
Ayy man, shut the f*ck up man
Let me drop these motherf*ckin' bars man
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up

[Verse]
1996, mama gave birth to a soldier (A soldier)
Hopped up off the porch, drive-bys in Toyotas (Drive two)
Crackin' sh*t, no soda (No soda), forties no Corollas (Corollas)
If a n*gga try me I'ma shoot like Villanova (Yeah)
Ran off on the plug, Lil Flip, game over (Game over)
Who the f*ck that icy ass n*gga in that Rover? (That Rover)
I might snatch his chain (Give me that), knock his brains (Give me that), in a soda (Give me that)
Took off worldwide (Yeah), I got tired of being local (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Push you like a motor (Woo)
Still takin' sh*t from Krogers (From Krogers)
Trappin' in the Dover (Trap)
Trap-trappin' in the Dover (Trap, trap)
b*tch just hit my line (Yeah)
Told-told her that it's over (That's on my mama)
b*tch I only wanna f*ck (Ha)
Should've listened what I told ya (Ha, ha)
I'm in the cell with nothin' to lose
Send packs through the mail, I might f*ck your boo (Damn)
Forty-three buggin', crippin' out a cubbie (Crip)
You dissin' the god (Crip), we gon' bust shots at you (Crip)
They cover they eyes, let's play peek-a-boo
Got too many hoes, let's play pick and choose (Whoa)
I got some hitters, call 'em Scooby Doo (Whoa)
I tell 'em to shoot (Whoa), they gon' bust out the roof (Whoa)
Crippin' too hard, ain't no turnin' cat (Yeah)
Say you get money b*tch, where it's at? (Huh?)
That ain't your money, b*tch give it back (Give it back)
I get it and flip it and triple that (Triple that)
My di*k on her titties, she nibble that (She nibble that)
She swallowing kiddies, I'm higher than Whitney (I'm high)
Keep a bankroll, twenties and the fifties (Yeah)
f*ck on your ho and dip up out the city (I'm gone), it's Bloc
[Outro]
Hah, hah, b*tch it's Bloc
Hah, hah, I'm on the block
Hah, hah, with the Glock
Hah, hah, yeah
Word, word, word
Wo-wo-wo-wo-word
Yeah, BlocBoy, BlocBoy, BlocBoy