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Soulja Boy

Gratata

 

Gratata

(album: Plug Talk - 2015)


Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money coming in, it ain't no stopping us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwopping 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 dropping ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stopping us

Pull up on your block, gratata
Shooters in the back and the front
And yeah, they pop at ya
All my niggas coming, boy, they dropping ya
50.000 on my chain, whip it like Tellafia
I be in that Rarri, ain't no stopping 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 throwing up
Nigga know my game, what I'm throwing up
Fucking with 100, I swear you get an uppercut
I be shooting 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 coming in, it ain't no stopping us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwopping 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 dropping ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stopping 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
Standing on the block, selling dope
It wa' none' to us
Pull up on yo block and ya know I bust
Forgiatto sitting underneath my brand new Bentley truck
Pull up to the trapping, 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 coming in, it ain't no stopping us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwopping 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 dropping ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stopping us

done

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