"Tony Hawk"


[Intro:]
King Soulja 3
Turn up man
Jarre auto
Rich Gang, we goin on
(The hell is you doin'?)
Stunna
Aye

[Hook:]
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
360 hurricane, whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
360 Tony Hawk, whip my wrist
Soulja
Whip my wrist (900)
Whip my wrist (900)
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Tony Hawk, whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
720, whip my wrist (Goddamn)
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Hurricane, whip my wrist
Soulja

[Verse 1:]
I'm standing on the yacht, smokin' by the dock (Dre)
Got a couple thots, that think I'm hot (ewww)
These rappers think they hot, they really not
Maserati coupe, then I drop the top
I'm two hundred bands, foreign off the lot
I'm IHOP syrup, pouring up my guap
I'm fiending Ferragamo, each and every time
I'm hopin' out the cut, with shooters that make you blind
I got a foreign whip and a Maybach that's behind it
I gotta engine in the trunk and it go fire (and it go fire)
I'm lil dre, I'm big Soulja, I'm panamera
I'm west side, zone 1, red bandana

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm on the private jet, I finesse
I just count the check, I ain't need it
Shoes on [?] Soulja boy wet, you know I'm bleedin'
Pull up on a block, AKA a' heatin'
Chopper, it's goin' find, and make ya blind
If, if she in my whip, you know she a dime
I like to get the chicken's whipped, that's all the time
He said he need thirty bricks, and I'm like, 'fine'
Rat-tat-tat with a red bandana
Tony Montana, run through Atlanta
Nigga talking, Imma let him have it
Soulja Boy, told him, and I'm packin' a rat
[?]
Rich gang, that's up on my chain
The diamonds are fire flame
360 to 900, Tony Hawk, a hurricane

[Hook]

"Too Faded"
(feat. Game)



[Verse 1 : Game]
Hey yo I’m full of that purp
Can’t be fucked with when I’m rollin’
I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can’t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
Don’t compare me to these rap niggas I’m not like ‘em, I swear to God
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads, I like my bitch authentic no fake
titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that hoe, I pass
since tall [?] fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a [?] I fight though
I don’t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on

Yeah, I’m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that’s foul, game

[Hook : Soulja Boy]
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron,
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up

[Verse 2 : Soulja Boy]
Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your hoe and we freezed up
Pound [?] that’s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I’m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won’t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin’ grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen, no police I ain’t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it’s money gang or nothing
I’m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
I’m fucked up and I’m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas

[Hook]
I’m fucked up and I’m faded
I said I’m fucked up and I’m faded
We got peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron, peach sirock syrup ‘tron,
Faded, I’m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I’m fucked up

"Too Juiced Up"


[Hook: Soulja Boy]
If you looking for me dogg, I'm on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me bitch, I'm on the block
Too juiced up

Juice mixtape!
All my niggas got juice
I got all the juice

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
If you looking for me dogg, I'm on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me bitch, I'm on the block
Too juiced up
If you looking for me ho, I'm in the club
Too juiced up
If you looking for me dogg, I'm in the mall
Too juiced up

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
I'm in the club, juice the whore
I'm on the block, 2-door 4
I give a fuck about your bitch
I send my goons, kick your door
Real street, real life
And we can sip that dirty Sprite
We can shoot em with the AK or
We can stab em with the knife
I gives a fuck, she can go
Blow for blow and toe for toe
I'm in your hood, come to my hood
There's no limit, ho
I gives a fuck, go on
Come to my motherfucking zone
I got me another mil on my motherfucking phone

"Touchdown"


[Intro/Chorus:]
Swag - touchdown, touchdown
I just wrote a play and made a touchdown, touchdown
A hundred racks a day that is a touchdown, touchdown
Both hands up cause it's a touchdown, touchdown
Shawty get out my way! (Go!) Shawty get out my way!
Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh)
Shawty get out my way! (Uh-oh!) Shawty get out my way!
Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh)

Beezy gon' stay up on, make it rich mane
Ridin in my Hummer, twenty-eight with a switchblade
Girls on your bumper cause I swags it like Kinte
And you know I got twelve writ, call me Wednesday
Call up Antonio, that step stair monster
I'm gon' let my chain hang like Lil B The Based God
Twenty-five on my whip got them girls screamin "Hey, uhh
Ooh, can we get yo' autograph?" I guess
Yeah I'm ridin in that 'Vette, twenty inches on the track
And you know what's comin next, Soulja TellEm 'bout to flip
Girls bout to trip, on my whip, cause you know I flip whip
With that ice cake, no kiss me on my neck hahhhh!

[Chorus]

Girls know my name; two pistols on me
so I strut like Max Payne - 'bout to make it rain
Try to snatch my chain then that nine touch yo' brain
Rearrange yo' frame and I rap like Gucci Mane
Ridin in that van, please tell me what is next
Bubble Chevy dawg, back in the day I break 'em all
Breakin all the laws, only the fools follow the rules
I was ridin around my school with a backpack plus a tool
The chopper will hit you fools if that boy disrespects
Man I'm swagged up with hella tattoos on my neck, yuh!
Hella swagged up, see the Gucci stashed up
Make a nigga back up, chopper flash if he act up

[Chorus]

"Trap Boy Soulja"


[Hook x2:]
Trap boy soulja, trap boy soulja
Trap boy soulja, trap boy soulja
I got what you need, leave baking soder
Mix it with what you need, lean molly cough

I got what you need, trap boy soulja
In that white cocaine benz like its baking soder
I been flipping bricks, can catch across the border
And that fucking swag bag coming 'cross the border
In a fucking white van tell em the pricing order
Ill 16 hollow tips he the shoulder
He thought I was playing unloaded hella clips
Rich gang at your playing baking soder rich
Hot yellow bitch, and she sucking dick
How wait thats me with like fifty bricks
Backseat playing, like siccisy please sit in the seats
Shoutout to my squad and to my niggas doing hits

[Hook]

Damn I'm paranoid I they them niggas tap my phone
I had packs chased down until everything was gone
In the nets fuck it daily in my sty phone
Swag bag march is selling on my fucking money
In the nets stay in shootsouts with them fucking folks
So I had to drop my top and I was gone
All that fucking cheddar I had like sixty on
Had to shut the packs cause they had to pull me over
I was on cut flexing with like 38
And I hop up in that hooptie all them niggas fake
In the next fucking day I catch up with louise state
They say damn soulja you done did your squad feet
In the next day my flex was on the fucking screen
Swag bag and they both had them for 16
Had 30 kis and a fucking g
I had pistol stacked, under my fucking seat
Trap boy soulja, boom caught it colder
I had gun stashed up in every sofa
And them niggas say damn trey you done took it over
I been whipping this and this, since like 4 older

[Hook]

"Trap Swag"



Gucci everywhere
Versace everything, let's get money
Turn up, I'm on tour right now turnt up
Know what I'm saying, I'm bout to go on stage
Turn up, trap swag, yeah, Soulja

Busting down a whole brick, yeah I been getting cash
Busting down a whole thing, I call that trap swag, no joke
Riding in that foreign whip with them sandwich bags, for real
I be riding round with them pounds that, for real
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag
30 bricks, 30 pounds, riding round with sandwich bags
Riding round with all these fuckin pounds, call it trap swag

I'm riding round I'm getting money
I'm getting money I'm riding round
West side, zone 1, we getting cash on my Sarah Turner
West up, West up, West up, (juice, Soulja), what's up, what's up, nigga what's up
Bricks – swing that
Pounds – swing that
Kush up late bam
Pimp, I play around, Forgiato
Yellow diamond shawty pulled up to the car show
Phantom smoke, hookah smoke, Young Dre, fuck that
I be grinding bucket (buckets),
I be grinding bucket (what?)
Foreign whip like fuck it
Send this whole clip
When I step inside the club, got a post up in the VIP, ok
Riding down Vegas in my rarri on the strip
Young Dre, took a player, I get money, fuck a hater, whoa
Riding down the block bustin bricks, yeah I'm getting cash

Bust a whole brick, what I call it, yeah that's trap swag
Riding on the foreign whip, young trappin getting cash
I been bustin bricks, I been riding round with bricks trap
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, I call it trap swag
Riding with a couple gold bricks, call it trap swag
Trap swag, yeah that's trap swag

Gold Rolex on my wrist, that's the prezy
Young Dre been getting cash, I been ridin ferarris
Yellow diamond shawty I be posted in the party
Might go cop a vitch, might go cop a Bent
Might go cop a drop top, Diablo 26
Might cop a water whip, Hummer on H
Might cop a bread, bright and hurt they face
Might put my ice on freeze when I skeet
Young Dre and low Jordans l love all of that
Hit the fuckin club throw love make it rain
10 diamonds and they all are on my chain
I done flipped the script, I done changed the game
Riding in that Bentley like I'm slangin chickens
Wake up in the morning and I'm water whippin
I stay getting cash, I stay getting bandz
I stay sippin lean, I stay poppin Xan
Trap swag, bust it out the park
Duffle bag, duffle that, then I double that
Out on soulja bricks, Young Dre kick lick
40-40 zip, 50 for that rip

Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag
Riding round the city, bustin bricks with me
Riding round the city, hitting licks, winnin,
Trap swag, trap swag
Yea I call it trap swag, flexin, 50 bricks for the juice
Riding round, bandz, all these fucking bandz
I got all these Xans, call it trap swag
Trap swag, call it trap swag
Trap swag, you know it
Riding round the brick, riding round the pound
I got it, I got it, and it's comin down
Man we got em, trap swag, ah.

You know we just workin
Them hoes twerkin
Guns jerkin
Pistols squirtin, nigga all that murkin
Trap swag
SOULJAB, oh I flex it uh
Screw, yea!

"Triple Beam"


[Intro:]
Triple beam

[Hook:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
I got car that you neva seen
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam

[Verse 1:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
How I get this guap, it's a mystery
Disrespect my squad, I'm a leave you history
Trappin' and cappin' and rippin' and flippin'
My niggas that's stealin', 4.40 aim for the K
Pull up on your block,
Know I'm getting money, I put in your face
I'm rich in my pockets
I've seen them, but frankly, walkin' them off
Versache in my drawers, so many girls, they sprayn, man
Pull up to the club in a car you neva seen
I was sixteen wid a triple beam
50k stuck inside my rublin' jean
Tokk a whole heaven, broke it down wid my team

[Hook:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
I got car that you neva seen
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam

[Verse 2:]
I ain't wanna talk, pull up in a Bentley, I ain't wanna bouch
Pull up in that Bentley then get on a yacht
Then I go up on a cruise wid a thot
Smokin' cush, breakin' bands by the block
Swervin' four wiffs off the lot
Panorama push, that's a lot
All of my poughe, I'm gettin' guap (stat)
Pull up and I got that drink
Runnin' thu the city in a mili tank
Smokin' cush, walkin' in the bank (triple beam)
We gettin' money and you niggas ain't catch

[Hook:]
All my lil' brother gray
Pull up on you blouse, spread up with the K
I got car that you neva seen
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam
Triple beam [x3]
Yung nigga with a triple beam

"Turn My Swag On"


Soulja Boy tell 'em!
Hopped up out the bed,
Turn my swag on,
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm getting money (oh) [x2]

Turn my swag on,
It's my turn, now turn it up
Yeah, yeah
I put my team on, and my theme song
Now it's time to turn it up
Yeah, yeah

I got a question why they hating on me,
I got a question why they hating on me
I ain't did nothing to 'em, but count this money
And put my team on, now my whole clic stunning
Boy what's up, yeah
Boy what's up, yeah

When I was 9 years old I put it in my head
That I'm gonna die for this gold

(Soulja Boy tell 'em)
Boy what's up, yeah
Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm gettin money (ooh) [x2]

I'm back again,
I know a lot of you all thought I wasn't coming back...
Yeah, yeah
I had to prove them wrong,
Got back in the studio and came up with another hit
Yeah, yeah
I told the world my story, the world where I'm from
Souljaboy X L dot com, boy what's up
Yeah, yeah

Now everytime you see me spit
Every time you hear me rhyme
Everytime you see me in your state or town
Say what's up
Yeah, yeah

Hopped up out the bed
Turn my swag on
Took a look in the mirror said what's up
Yeah I'm gettin money (ooh) [x2]

"Turn Up"
(feat. Fredo Santana Taydoe)



[Hook:]
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up

[Verse 1:]
Thirties in the cut Fredo in the cut done
Pull up to the club shooting shit up
Pull up in that porsche knock the roof off
Red beam on this nose call 'em Rudolf
Bitches big soldiers, ye big soldiers
I done took over pull up in a white rover
Same colour coke drink whip it with the soda
Lil Dre and Fredo bitch we taking over
SOD bitch bitch CBI bitch bitch
Fresh as fuck riding through these street bitch
If a nigga talk he better know I'm packing
Ready for that acid kick the nigga off the traffic
We will fuck you up, fuck you up this is not a game
Hit a lick lick pop this is not a chain
I had to stack 20 racks in my fucking chain
Fredo tato soulja all these bitches know our name

[Hook:]
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up

[Verse 2:]
Pull up to the club we get thirties up
I get real talk can shoot you up
We don't give a fuck we gold nuts
Been up in the field know I'm a touch
Acting all hard we blame it y'all
Got the thirty on me no lacking buck
Got you in the field it's a drill
Rolling off the pill this shit is real
Rolling off the molly while in the party
Pull off in a rarri shoot up the party
Now your man dead but bitch I'm sorry
Bitch I'm from Chyrack we go to hardies
You know how I rock bitch don't get popped
Rolling off the molly I smoke your top
Bitch I love to flex we run through cheques
Shoot you with this tec wide in your neck

[Hook:]
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We get thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
Turn up on a phone nigga we don't get no fuck
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We fuck you up, we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up
We got thirties in the cut we will fuck you up

"Ugly"
(feat. Chief Keef, D.Flores SODMG)



[Intro:]
Bang... Bang...
Bang... Bang...

[Hook:]
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that bitch ugly
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that bitch ugly

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Get ya bitch off me
My bitch lovely
I swear I don't want her cause ya bitch ugly
I throw so much money make that bitch hug me
Flexin and finessein make that bitch mug me
Pull up in a parking lot this shit ugly
But I'm pretty
Bitch ya'll saditty
The say I got Chicago locked bitch this my city
And I'm a B-D
From Wiccity
Thousands in my Robin jeans it ain't nothin
That bitch all on me cause she know I'm stuntin
But that bitch didn't want me when I had nothin
But she all on my dick cause I spend money

[Hook:]
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Me and Sosa doing numbers and we global with this shit
S.O.D.-G.B.E. we takin over with this shit
Don't come around me with that flagein cause my niggas with the shits
So many hoes man it's ugly in this shits
Spend so much money man that shit is ugly
I be flexin on them hoes but them bitches love me
I pull up in that foreign man that shit lovely
I be flexin so hard all them bitches on me
All this dope boy sawg you know how we do this shit
I pull up in True Religion and I'm kickin pimpin bitch
Yeah I'm kickin pimpin just to be specific
Me and Sosa got this gold like we win Olympics

[Hook:]
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly
It ain't my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got calicoes with extra holes bitch don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm cooler than the coolest I swear my wrist lovely
I don't want her you can have her cause that ugly bitch

[Verse 3: D. Flores]
2 Glock 40's, make 'em back flip
Flossing on my money, never had shit
Staring at my girl, she a bad bitch
Broke ass niggas, wish they had this
You showing out, but I'm showing in
You hurt my nigga, we in this bitch
I'm getting rich (money), there ain't no limit (no)
All you niggas talking, you can't get it
The side you tell, that's my tales
City storm, I hold it down
A hundred rounds, we so legit
SODMG, we in this bitch

"Vintage"


Niggers say they want that beef
Agoff came in, strapped up
Laying niggers back up
Ballistics your back up
Better call for backup
Act tough
BZ got my back bro
Came in
Nigger like a navy seal
Keep it real
Niggers I'm up in that field
Like a fucking army man
Guns came from Pakistan
We came from Pakistan
Giving niggers bag hands
Street nigger's life bitches
We all sitting up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty eight
Life is great
And it may
Eat the cake
Nigger I
Take you niggers any day
Never gave a fuck
Cause my cake up
Wake up
Bake up
Nigger I ain't
With that fucking hating stuff
Fuck that
Positive
But I'm a lip
Twenty's whip
Got my money on my mind
I'm out of here
So fly
Need some fucking land to give
Understand
Agoff Is the fucking man in here
Never gave a fuck about the next man
Nigger I'm the best man
Agoff I'm the hit man
Leaning on that [?]
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
See I
Got a sign A
Get my money all day
Whip my nigger TAZ
Ain't no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two time felon
That's may selling
Weed on the street
Still hustle just to eat
Fuck with me you defeat
Never see me on the floor
I get hit some niggers get murdered
Get some murder more
It's that real shit
Killer shit
Catch you up I'm real as shit
Pull you fucking eyes
Out your face
You be feeling shit
I don't give a fuck
Smoke some drone
Passed that row
Bitches want to fuck some more
She off that blow
She's a hoe
She going to suck me at the party
With the [?]
T some records in the club
And we not up here to fight
Just fuck a bitch
Swag out
Niggers out here mad about
Us balling out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you flag out
Bet it's pink
Have a drink
Bitch ass nigger
Can't get bitches
Cause his fucking breath stink
He's on where these hoes at
Nigger where the drones at
You ain't fresh bitch
Where your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking broke rat
Looking like a broke bitch
We going to smoke some weed nigger
We don't roll up rich
Brand new
Feeling shit
Brand new
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
Brand new
Killer tick
Brand new
Illicit
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new vintage
Hoe that new vintage
New vintage hoe
Brand new
Ocean gang
Millionaire
Ben D
Fen D
Gucci
Bitches want to fuck me
Suck me
Screw me
Cocaine on my card
Yeah she going to sniff it up
Suck on his dick girl
Yeah going to get it up
Squirt you
Work you
But I never hurt you
Yeah it's a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw moves
Yeah young Jesus
Niggers know where's ether
Add that X on the front
Bitch it's Tisa
Yeah slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the foreman
Sun of George Foreman
Good a grill good a meal
Yeah we be swarming
Yeah I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele View
Till your bitch went
She come in
To my view
Yeah it's the teeth that click
SODMG bitch
Meet Soulja Boy
We be getting to know [?]
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a
[?]
I'm his beat
I'm a slap her
Yeah, I do this shit
Tisa Gang
Ocean Gang
What the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a space
Man you're a fucking disgrace
Came in first place
Young Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my pocket
[?]
Gold in my wallet
Treat you like a stocking
Hang you on that fucking wall
Death is what pick up a drone
So I won't pick up her calls
Every day I fucking ball
And I'm knocking pictures
Of your fucking wall
Young Soulja Boy
Met my swag
It's fantastic
Fuck your body
Dump your body
Of in Lake [?]
I'm live boy
It's nothing
I'm riding on a lama
All day stitching clear with the drum bro
They don't want their drama
Main they ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll swarm them
I don't want to harm them
But I knock his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak shot
Riding around my hood
Yeah you think it's the east coast
Fucking with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing
Ocean Gang
Came out the water ready for the action
Nigger talk that shit
I'm still going to get it in
This is like a homicide
I'm about my dividends
Twenty two twelve
We ain't taking shit
Bro we taking it
Everywhere we hit the block
All that fucking cash we spent
Bitch is staring
Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang
All up in Paris
Goddamn don't give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty clip
Talking on that fucking ship
Punch you in your fucking lip
Oh God
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage

"Waddup Wit It"



Foreign everything nigga
I'm taking on

Alright, waddup with it
Waddup with it
Pull up to the club, Rover ticking
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it

Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Pull up to the club, Rover ticking
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it

Waddup with it
I don't smoke midget,
I be rolling kush
I keep this shit clean,
Keep this shit 300
Your girl want it,
I be balling
Like a copper Gatti,
Like the Rover Rrari
Call me yella shorty
Pull up with my Phantom, popping paparazzi
Money all in my wallet, Versace all on my nuggin'
Bitch I'm on my grind and you ain't on nothing
You niggas be hating but Soulja Boy be going now
Jay Z he told me I'm on now
I flex in the club with owner
Stacks on deck, bitch, we on up

Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it

Hopping out my new thing
Rolling through the city
Big ass Phantom with a little ass skinny nigga
Know I got my shit tinted
Riding around with the pistol
Riding around my side of town
I'm swagged up, nigga in here
Smoking on this kush, I'm a ball to the day I fall
Rolex on my wrist and your girl, she keep calling
I woke up this morning and goddamn, I was balling
It's Soulja Boy for real, I'm guaping man, whatever you call it
I finish what I started, I be rolling hardest
When I fall off in the club, all the girls, they go retarded
Swagger, I'm so savage, all my niggas savages
All my niggas hit list, all my niggas a take your bitch

Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it
If you ain't got cash, then go and get it

Then go and get it
Waddup with it
Waddup with it

Bands, cash, racks
Swag, swag
Soulja
Soulja, Soulja
Soulja
Foreign
Everything foreign
SOD, SOD

"Wake n Bake"


This right here is my wake and bake song
I got a bad bitch right here I see her thong
She fine as a bitch I'm rich as a motherfucker
Riding through the rear hood switching gears
I be swerving lane left to right like a bitch
See this shit I be talk, and I know I'm the shit
Soulja boy tell 'em bitch I be flexin' on six car
Pull over 6 broads got them or go hard
Got them or go so motherfucking ham
On a track I go in like a motherfucking beat soldier
Soulja boy told 'em nigga let me off the leash
On a leash if you in and fire on this fucking beat
Stacks on deck bitch you see us in the street
When the game take heat, put a nigga to sleep
Like a nigga on his shoes knock 'em off of his feet
I be getting money in the morning you know what it be
My wake n bake [x3]
This is
My wake n bake [x3]
I wake up in the morning then I start rollin'
And then I start flyin
I wake up in the morning then I start rollin'

"Water Whippin'"



Bitch I'm water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, bitch I'm water whippin
Bitch flyin down the highway, flexin with some gold chains
Tearin up my fuckin ring, 15 I got fuckin water whippin

I'm water whippin (bitch!), water whippin
Bitch I'm water whippin, I'm water whippin
10 trap spots, holding rocks in that foreign drop
Bitches in my fuckin clip, suckin at my fuckin chain

What? Water whippin, take off
On the block (what?)
In the kitchen (who?)
Niggas ridin with me (ridin)
Must be serious (Must be serious)
Foreign whip I'm ridin
Yea that's real foreign
Catch me stuntin, take off
Stay grindin, Soulja splash
Water whippin (Water whippin)
I got money (I got money)
I'm going swimming
Get money (cash out)
Swimming, bands bands
Turn up, bags bags bags
Pop Xan Xan Xan
Kick stand stand,
On codeine, on codeine
2 cups, true got fipes on freeze, on freeze
Sippin lean, sippin lean
Might trip, might trip
AK 47 as I water whip

Water whippin, water whippin (I'm gone)
Water whippin, water whippin
Flexin like a fish in a bottle in that new thing
50 on my fuckin ring
Tear this, I'm fuckin water whippin
Bitch water whippin
Pussy water whippin
That's me water whippin
What I'm doin?
I got a bad bitch with me as I ride straight got high
Got that hypnotized rules in the trap

Water whippin, water whippin (who?)
Got a ticket (what? Damn)
Call these convicts (where? Fuck em)
On these mid streets
I pull off flexin, take off
Bang 10, drag 10
I got 12 bad bitches and I'm switchin 30 racks
In the kitches they be kissin
My diamond glisten
My diamond glisten
Scarface mansions, I'm water whippin
Feeling good, I'm gone
On the hood, took off
Me is rich, let's get that understood, Soulja

I'm water whippin, water whippin
Keep them bricks, keep them bricks
Nigga took me swimming, you ain't shit
Pussy nigga, pussy
You will fetch this gold bracelet on my wrist
I be fuckin the red bottoms Versace kicks

Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
I got 200 bands on me right now
When I walk inside the club, how knows?
I'm rockin wild

Water whippin, water whippin
Water whippin, water whippin
Got them brand new Jordans on my feet, I'm a big dog
Step inside the club
Bitch poppin just like real, Soulja

"Weed Shoes"


I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake

Back in don't need the cash to borrow but these days
Maserati and the murcielago, crash the benz ? couple another tomorrow
Or maybe get the ferrari 360 ? gallardo
You know I'm soulja, even bad?
Not too many ? that you can name ?
80 thousand... in the locker that was back then
I took off on them haters ain't a back since

I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake

Well check the mix tape ? I'm on fire man

Just caught the ? bottom from iron man
.. scoop the chick real quick she like the tires man
She be ? for the ? supplier man
New kicks new t, I dress proper man
Ask her if she got them, and she said that she forgot her man
He did what? tell them that I'm not a fan, soulja proper ?
And yeah I got a lot of fans, everythang goes from ? to the malibu
We can go east stay chilling on south ?
And if you wanna go you can be with me
Smoke weed play 360,
Everywhere I go you could take... with me
Over seas man you can take that trip with me
Make a stop in flight club... kicks with me
Inhale till the bag's empty

I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
I just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes,
And do it fly guys do
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake
Stacks on there, there we straight, wake up everything
Get that cake [x2]

"What up"



Oh yea right now
King Soulja
Yea, King Soulja
Uh
Ride

What up, what up, what up, what up, what up, yeah yeah yeah
Say what up, what up, what up, what up, what up
What up, what up, what up, what up, what up, turn up, yeah
What up, what up, what up, what up, what up, they play, yeah

Word around town I've been getting it,
I've been getting it, yeah, turn up
Word around town I've been getting it,
I've been getting it
I've been getting it, ah, yeah,
What up, what up, what up, what up, yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

I hop out, so fresh, Michael Jordan on my chest
Gold Versace chain, chain, chain, cheech & chain
I been flexing hard
I got dollars, yeah I pop collars, and I pop bottles
I just won a game, flexing through the hood
Everybody know my name, Soulja
Rich Gang Soulja Boy, bitch I'm fire flame
Shouts out Birdman, touch down with them thangs, you know

What up, what up, what up, what up, yeah
What up, what up, what up, what up, yeah
Word around town, I'm getting it, getting, I'm getting it
Hey what you talking bout?
Word around town that your boy been getting it, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja
What up, what up, what up, what up
Soulja, Soulja

"Who Dat Boy"


[Hook: x2]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?

[Verse 1:]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't flip the bricks?
Who dat boy that say the Rolex ain't on my wrist?
Who dat boy that say they swaggin like this?
Who dat girl that say she don't wanna fuck the clique?
Who dat boy that say she don't wanna suck dick?
Who dat bitch that say she don't knew them but go a dick
Who dat bitch that wanna come and get a hold of shit?
Who dat boy that flexin drop top Lambos and shit?
Who dat boy that drop 2-50 on the Bentley shit?
Who dat boy that going parties all up in the clique?
Who dat boy that got the street sayin SOD?

[Hook: x2]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?

[Verse 2:]
Okay yo money low then get it up
My style switchin, had to switch it up
I go hard, I go HAM
I pull up, my door slam
I get money in a traffic jam
What the fuck a hater throw?
100K in one day, fuck a nigga in a draw
I ain't never seen a drought
Thick rolls by the large amount
Bad bitches up on my columns
Versace sheets up in my house
I go hard, I go fair
I go in, I go ehh
Soulja Boy, I pull bands
I pull racks, I got cash
Swag up, who dat boy that said they wanna stup to me
AK 47, cook his head with no recipe
Put that boy to sleep, 6 feet deep, playin with the O
Got the whole squad ready to go smash his ho
Flexin hard, who dat boy that said they wanna see me?
I want my Benjamin Franklins and everything around me
100K in diamonds, 100K in gold
Who dat boy that said they wanted with me?

[Hook: x2]
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make the hits?
Who dat boy that say that Soulja don't make hits?

"Whole Lotta"


[Hook x3:]
Whole lotta' money whole lottta' guns
Whole lotta' money whole lotta' guns
Whole lotta' money whole lotta' guns
All we do is shoot guns for fun

Whole lotta' money, whole lotta' guns
Whole lotta' choppers with them drums
New crib new car, brand new fronts
I got my money up AK-47 split your tummy up
We get money bruh, all them niggas looking bummy bruh
What the fuck, pull up in a panorama, gucci bandana
Whole lotta' motherfucking rakcs, they like I dare him
I got 30 k in my robin jeans, with that ruger
Automatic uzi toting guns and I'm toting em cooler
50 k one day flexing versace medusa
Clip up, in my pocket as long as a ruler
Ak 47 mac eleven bruh I dare to blast it
Make a nigga dissapear, like I know magic
Damnit its tragic, sipping and whipping I blast it
Putting your bodies in caskets
Solja boy tell em, all about racks
Grind for holics trap-a-holic I got you some K in the back
Running in do's like a replay, I run em for flat

[Hook]

Whole lotta' punds whole lotta' O's
Whole lotta' cars that I closed
Im a young rich nigga so I'm riding around doing a whole lotta' shows
Got a whole lotta' chains, whole lotta' rings whole lotta' gold
Whole lotta' pots, whole lotta' guns, whole lotta' holes
Whole lotta' O's sold at the show with the fo', kick in ya motherfucking do'
Everybody on the flo', M16'll make a whole lotta' hoes
Calleda t the jewler, bring a whole lotta' mo'
We got a lil' gold, we gon' get alot of mo'
50 on the flo' by the air 50 mo', hundred k man this is how we roll
Shoutout to the squad shoutout to the game yeah we all on a roll
And my shooters on go, got stacks on deck
Got money infront of me, and in the right in the left
Riding in the jet, flex and finesse with a chick
Riding around with a cuban on my neck
Ywah you know, all my niggas are into the shit
Got a whole lotta' hoes got a whole lotta' shoes got a whole lotta' everything
Got a whole lotta' lean got a whole lotta' molly got a whole lotta' mary jane

[Hook]

"Whoop Rico"
(feat. Show Stoppas)


When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt they feelings.
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt the feelings.

Security step up deep [x4]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck [x2]

[Boss:]
Go step to my battle field.
Where my niggas come from.
All we know is kill bill. That's right.
Breakin neck. We ain't showing no respect.
Try me. Some niggas at no will.
Now watch me slow it down and then I take it in slow motion.
And then I speed it up. And take it fast like a nigga on a top speed coaster.
Now where my goons at?
Load em up. Take aim and we ready to attack.
And ain't no backin down.
We go pound for pound. Round for round. We knock em down.
Now if you think you got them hands. And nigga that's the plan.
I'm a knock yo ass down like the black Jackie chan.
The squad ain't loosing. These bitches keep choosing.
And that's why (ay, ay).

[Smurf:]
Let me get em. Man I gotta hit the flo.
Step into my fighting stand. And then I crank that rambo.
Anyone can come and get it.
It's a war that I declare.
If you want a double duo. Then I bring out yogi-bear.
Watch us hit you left and right.
Combos coming once or twice.
We becomin stupid fast. Have yo whole clique scarred for life.
Flawless victory on deck.
But it's time for round two.
Put my hands up on my hips,
Then I crank my Scooby-doo.

[Chorus:]
When we start dancing
What we do? We hurt they feelings.
When we start dancing
What we do? We hurt the feelings.

Security step up deep [x4]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck [x2]

[Mike Dingo:]
Ay. They love to see me move.
Me and my whole crew.
Cause everytime I lean they watch spectators try to do it too.
So they keep on hesitating & hate, I put em in they place.
I call my boy Tookie then we whoop rico in his face.
No time to conversate.
This ain't the time or place. Watch me have to whoop a nigga ass
Like my name was Billy blanks.
This left a leave ya.
Then my dance, we crucial like brutality.
We leave ya'll whole click stuck. Like we stole the d**n scene.

[Trez:]
They said em twice. Another third times a charm.
But why would you holla back, if a nigga in front of you ain't no harm.
He tried to lean, he tried to rock, but he can't do it quite like me.
Cause he keep doing the same ole move, constantly.
Now watch us kill this dance. Soon as we hit the flo.
Bout to get real crazy, don't turn yo head. We bout to start the show.
First you bend yo back, and lift yo head. Use yo hands and block yo head.
Roll yo arms and show yo swagg. Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).

[Chorus:]
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt they feelings.
When we start dancing
What we do. We hurt the feelings.

Security step up deep [x4]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck [x2]

[Soulja Boy tell em:]
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When this song come on in the club)
(Ya better get out the way)
(Stacks on deck)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(Soulja boy soulja boy soulja boy tell em)

Security step up deep [x6]

When we start dancing. What we do. We hurt they feelings [x2]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck.
(S.O.D. money gang)

When we start dancing. What we do. We hurt they feelings [x2]

Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico and break his neck.
Whoop rico. Whoop rico. Whoop rico and break his neck.
(S.O.D. Money Gang)

"Wit My Yums On"


[Intro]
Soulja boy tellem,
SOD money gang,
SOD money mafia,
Sod..its the label (yup)

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 1]
Step up on the scene now you no who it be
Fresh yums wit da hat cant get like me
Im yellin I got my swag back
Pull up to the club seen clean in a cadilac
Yums wit da gucci grip
Your girl had a heart attack, when she my smile, you old like an artifact
All I can say is wow, yums hat, yums bag, yums lugage, pants, sack souljaboy da money man,
Your girls number 1 fan

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 2]
My closet it amazing, its full of fruity colors, fruity flavors, it look crazy
Im so busy, you so lazy
Im so clean, you so lame
Yellow yums chain, got money on deck
I got yums so fresh man, soulja boy tellem,
Yeah tellem like yu tld me to, I take a band and blow it man its jus the grand, thats how we do
Yums is my choose of shoes and these how you supposed to rock a candy pant wit a candy hat
Im so fresh I cabt stop

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100,000 checks
Wit my yums on(yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

[Verse 3]
Cupcake, candy, apple, lemonade fresh money
Step up on da stage, make all the girls lose there breath, im fresher den the next money
Keepin this hat tilt (tilt)and this chain on my chest man I wear nuttin less den a grand
(grand) man (man) a whole duffle bag full of rubberbands
Damn (damn) soulja boy da man
Now yall understand yall cant touch me busta, you need to catch up cuz you still in da musta

[Chorus]
Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on)
Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on)
Cashin dem $100,000 checks wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on)
Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on)
Man, imma tell yall how it is
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)
Wit my yums on (yup)

Wit my yums on [x6]