Stylin'

(albüm: Foreign - 2013)

Yuh
Soulja
I be killin these niggas man
Yuh

I say, I say, I say, oho
That nigga to beezy

I got all these bands on me, all this cash on me
All these racks on me, all the racks on me
I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin
All the cash on me, all the racks on me
All the bands on me
I be killin these niggas
I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin

All these bands on me, all this cash on me
All the racks on me, all the girls on me
I'm fresh from head to feet
Killin niggas on eat
Yeah I kill em every week
These dress fresh in my sleep
So I'm sylin in the mall, every day we ball
Got money sitting tall, I'm a spend it all
On guap a hold that I talk
Louie shoes now walk
Which niggas though?
Got a half of mill in the vault
I'm balling, what your girl know about me?
Money falling
Tell me what you know about SOD
All these racks on me, all these, all these plaques on me
True religion on my ass, while I let that finish that

All this cash on me, all these racks on me, all these hands on me
I'm stylin, I'm stylin, I'm stylin, I'm stylin
All these bands on me, all this cash on me
All these racks on me,
Damn I be killin you niggas
I be stylin, I be stylin, I be stylin

All this money on me, we hit the club we deep
Got Gucci on my feet, my nigga on the beat
We kill em every week
Louie on my belt see I can't help myself
And I'm killin these niggas.
I be stylin