Trap Boy Soulja

(album: Young Millionaire - 2014)

[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]