[Intro:] Real nigga shit right now man Let me tell ya'll a story man, Soulja Boy Tellem in here Learn from this shit right here, open ya ears nigga Ya'll pay attention ta dis I'm a show ya'll some real shit right now
[Verse 1:] 3: 30 in tha mornin I'm in my house chillin Niggaz kicked in my side doe And started runnin threw da kitchen I peeped out tha doe, seen a nigga with a K Dressed in all black with a ski mask on his face So I bussed out tha doe, started shootin at that bitch And tha 1st bullet missed, but tha next 5 hit So I cut tha lights off, then I crouched down ta da ground Took a look at Arab, said "nigga don't make a sound! " Had my pistol in my hand so I knew I had tha power Heard footsteps gettin louuder and louuder I ran out tha doe, started bussin with my 9 6 bullets left tha clip, but 5 on me hit his spine Now he layin on tha ground, screamin like a hoe He thought his homeboys was real, but they ran out tha doe Now he lyin on tha flo, screamin like a lil bitch When I shot him he dropped his pistol now hee ain't got shit I told Arab, "go and take a look around da place." Den I walked up ta dis nigga, snatched dat mask off his face After I saw who it was, it's a face I couldn't forget I can't believe deez niggaz came and tried ta rob me fa my shit After all I did fa ya'll, this tha fuckin thanks I get
Tried ta take ya out tha hood and tried ta make you niggaz rich So dey kicked in my doe and tried ta jack me fa my shit Ya'll niggaz ain't got no heart, thatz some real foul shit So I sit back taday and I thank inside my head If I made tha wrong move, all my niggaz could be dead This some real shit I'm spittin, hope ya heard what I said If I made tha wrong move, all my niggaz could be dead
[Bridge:] Real nigga shit I'm spittin man, Soulja Boy Tellem SOD, PTE, back ta dis shit right here doe This some real nigga shit Watch how I snap on deez niggaz, okk
[Verse 2:] Whatz up nigga, heavyweight move a stack while spittin on a track I call my fans grey hairz cause a nigga be spittin dat crack Talkin bout a struggle, 24 flip datz a double 20 times 2 my numba, Soulja Boy Tellem straight like thunder I mean S.Beezy is straight like thunder Bitch I'm hotta den a sauna, money long like a andaconda Ridin threw my projects I swear my goonz is gettin younga Dammm, too much ice on my wrist Nigga tried ta rob me, had ta empty out a clip I can't go out like no bitch Cause my pistol man lil nigga den dew it If ya wanna take my chain, ya betta be ready ta diee foorrr itttt You knoow it, yea bitch you awready know If you kick up in my doe, we gon' shoot it up all night hoe
Compositores: Deandre Cortez Way (BMI), Lennox L Allard (C Pain) (BMI)Editor: Cpainbeatz Publishing (BMI)Administração: Annuity Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #24943216 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM