Soulja Rag Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Ayy yo, that's Nick)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
You pop fake pills, who sold you that?
I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that?
Doing my dance with my soulja rag, all my niggas got gang flags
We tryna get his whole gang whacked, I'm talking turn them boys to a pack
Fully loaded ARP and the Trackhawk got red seats
f*ck the nigga if it ain't me, I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep
When I look you up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me, yeah
And that's how it's supposed to be
[Verse]
I was too gone off a tree, and ain't nobody higher than me
She was too gone off the E and started touching all up on me
In the passenger seat clutching on my G-43
It wouldn't be none of these niggas if it wasn't for me
I was too high off the lean, feel like these drugs controlling me
Two-steppin' in my Soulja Rees and my chain cost a couple keys
I hop on these motherf*cking beats and get to singing like Alicia Keys
If she ain't let me beat cheeks, bitch better pass me my f*cking keys
I'm pushing this motherf*cking Jeep like I got somewhere to be
Like I got somewhere to be, went the f*ck off on this beat and sipped on some lean
Bitch, don't get too close to me
Amiri my jeans, got no crease I'm with lil' Kan up in his SRT, he just got this bitch tuned
I'm on Roxis, shoutout Tune
I miss being in the O with my nigga Goon
Know that I'ma blow soon
Tryna come back in my life, lil' bitch, well, you is doomed
I'ma give these niggas hell, waving my soulja rag all up in the air
Long hair, don't care, if I'm sipping, it is coming off the top shelf
All dubs, no Ls, moving slow like a snail, it's clean, you could smell
These pockets need a repair, my name ring a bell
Gang everywhere, play chess on my belt
LV everywhere, franklins my smell
Anything I do with you, bitch, don't take it to the 'Gram
Hahaha, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
[Chorus]
You pop fake pills, who sold you that? (Sold you that)
I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that? (Told you that)
Doing my dance with my soulja rag (Soulja rag), all my niggas got gang flags (Gang flags)
We tryna get his whole gang whacked (Gang whacked), I'm talking turn them boys to a pack
Fully loaded ARP and the Trackhawk got red seats (Seats)
f*ck the nigga if it ain't me, I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep (Deep)
When I look you up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me, yeah (Me)
And that's how it's supposed to be

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