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Soulja Boy
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Gratata
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin' pain
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us
Pull up on your block, gratata
Shooters in the back and the front
And yeah, they pop at ya
All my niggas comin', boy, they droppin' ya
50.000 on my chain, whip it like Tellafia
I be in that Rarri, ain't no stoppin' us
Fuck the polic', they ain't shit
They ain't copsta us
SOD the gang, g' ya know we up
Bitch look at my chain and my ring
Ya sick? Ya throwin' up
Nigga know my game, what I'm throwin' up
Fuckin' with 100, I swear you get an uppercut
I be shootin' choppas, it ain't none' to us
Pull up on yo block and I bet I bust
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin' pain
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Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us
Calling all my shooters and yeah they pop at ya
We pull up big guns and we chop you off
SOD the gang, bitch ya know wassup
100 bricks wrapped in a Porsche truck
My dad was a hustler
Standin' on the block, sellin' dope
It wa' none' to us
Pull up on yo block and ya know I bust
Forgiatto sittin' underneath my brand new Bentley truck
Pull up to the trappin', they like what the fuck
Fuck 12, fuck the police, they ain't none' to us
SOD the gang and my gun I trust
Pull up on yo block and let it bust
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin' pain
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us
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