Heart of a Soldier lyrics

by

Gizwop



[Intro]
(n*gga, kill or be killed, you know what I'm saying?)
(Long live the men, free the men n*gga)
(This a Anti beat) (Hey Gizwop, Tall Slime)
(Free the men n*gga) (Ayeerackzz, pass that sh*t bro)
(Uh, n*gga, long live the men and free the men n*gga, I'm real n*gga) (This is Petro Gang)
(Let's go)

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, I'm creeping, I'm lurking, I'm riding with fat
Me and FatAct tryna see where they at
Hit their block with them Drac's, double back with them blatts
We ain't shooting out cars, we're using our feet
I'm a motherf*cking dog with that Drac' or that P
I boxed out the whip, got right on one knee
Adrenaline rush and I'm geeking to squeeze
He wasn't on point, he didn't even see mе
Cartier frames, I'm feeling like Stеvie
Two freaks from Miami, they geeking to eat me
And I'm after I f*ck you know that I'm leaving
I ain't saving these b*tches, I'm saving this money
Got a brand new AP, 'bout to slap in a hundred
Got a brand new rollie, you know that it's flooded
I'm dragging my nuts on the opps, they ain't on nothing

[Verse]
Got a heart of a soldier, I ain't going for nothing
I gotta stay focused, I know my time coming
The opps can't hide, I'm spending that money
I'm getting their rips hit up with that thunder
Buy them youngings them cars, them youngings, they coming
Them n*ggas, they lacking, they ass getting punished
Can't show no remorse, put that sh*t on my cousin
I'm screaming "free Soldier out the Feds, he thugging!"
'Bout to go up with bodies and go up with money n*gga
My life 'bout money and murder, I'm thugging
You know what them youngings will do for that money?
For a light lil' five them n*ggas will crush you
Went up six hats by the end of the summer
It's kill or be killed, that's just how I'm coming
YungAct, he my killer, my brother, I love him
Calling Coop [?] 'cause he bringing that thunder
Getting drops on the opps, getting right on they bumper
And the Fox got whole lot of switches and Drac's
A opp 'bout to die, this sh*t in the making
If what's-his-name die that sh*t gon' be crazy
When I found out she snaked me that sh*t didn't even phase me
When I sit back and think 'bout this sh*t really crazy
(When I sit back and think 'bout this sh*t really crazy)
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, I'm creeping, I'm lurking, I'm riding with fat
Me and FatAct tryna see where they at
Hit their block with them Drac's, double back with them blatts
We ain't shooting out cars, we're using our feet
I'm a motherf*cking dog with that Drac' or that P
I boxed out the whip, got right on one knee
Adrenaline rush and I'm geeking to squeeze
He wasn't on point, he didn't even see me
Cartier frames, I'm feeling like Stevie
Two freaks from Miami, they geeking to eat me
And I'm after I f*ck you know that I'm leaving
I ain't saving these b*tches, I'm saving this money
Got a brand new AP, 'bout to slap in a hundred
Got a brand new rollie, you know that it's flooded
I'm dragging my nuts on the opps, they ain't on nothing
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