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soulja boy - blatt lyrics

[intro]
blatt!
drako, soulja, big homies (ayy)
gang, drako, the big dog
yung twiztid, n++++! ([?], know what i’m sayin’)

[verse 1]
i got them racks, f+ck n++++ play and get whacked
murder gang, [?] all heard about that
i got the shooters gon’ hit from the front and the back (fact, fact, fact!)
grip yo’ crack, give an auntie a heart attack
i’m grabbin’ that choppa and makin’ that, been on your clock (brrr)
gang ain’t about that, stuffin’ that money gang
shoot, n++++ just saw my gang and i shoot out the room though
n++++, diss on my gang and i’m gettin’ you hit
i done dropped out the top of the brand new whip (whip!)
come to my hood and you diss and you gon’ get flipped
ar+15, it came with the cooling kit (big drako!)
stand in the trap and i play it like play doh
ayy, f+ck n++++ running, got hit in the ankle
switchin’ the print of my whip and it look like a rainbow
go ll cool j and go rock a [?]
murder gang, i go where you can’t go
[?]
young n++++, used to trap at the green stove
[chorus]
blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (brrr!)
freeze out my chain just like herbo
i donе got them shooters, they hit from thе front and the back
i got them shooters slidin’ round in a maybach
murder gang, i’m steppin’ that
i hit with the choppa, what you lookin’ at? (brrr, wet, brrr!)
blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (brrr!)
freeze out my chain just like herbo
i done got them shooters, they hit from the front and the back
i got them shooters slidin’ round in a maybach
murder gang, i’m steppin’ that
i hit with the choppa, what you lookin’ at? (brrr, p+ssy n++++!)

[verse 2]
free [?], he got locked down in the cell
free pablo, he down in the cell
free 100, he down in the cell
all my n++++s touchdown, we givin’ them h+ll
young draco, i came up from pounds
i trap out the h+llcat and win the money and flip it (brrr)
b+tches, snitchin’, talkin’ to 12
my trigger, finger, itchin’, uppin’ the sh+ll
things got me changin’ so i gotta act right
eliante diamonds don’t need no flood light
made a 100, pull it back on my [?]
it’s murder gang, ain’t never gon’ be on my last strike
[?]
change up my partner and never miss it with phantom
we done got that boy hit, he got hit with the hammer
and that chopper clip long with the brand new banana
if it’s up then it’s stuck, that smoke, i fell in love with the hammer
i cop that, young n+++++ from alabama (alabama)
can’t take that brick like i’m mc hammer
i whip up that dope like i’m aunt jemima
send out the sk!llet, your money
we gon’ shoot at the opp, they be cryin’ like [?]
hit your boy, nothing changed, you know you are done
i’m a wrap that boy up, just like a mummy
trap with that crack and i’m servin’ your auntie
we pop out the cut with the choppas like [?]
can’t stand on the stage, all these b+tches be swarming
n++++ made the wrong move, i’m a shoot with no warning (facts!)
b+l+a+double+t, double down, blatt!
make a wrong out of me, get that boy whacked
[?] that boy got hit in the back
like he be ricky b, i just be posted on smoke where the trenches be
i got them k!llers, they posted in tennessee
i got my pockets on slop, but the paparazzi, they ain’t comin’ or feelin’ me

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