Lil Soliders ft. YSG Kevv & Badass Lyrics

My nigga you don't know the feeling

To waking up to marble countertops and tall ceilings

I ain't switching my numbers until I get me a million

This money shit ain't nothing when you separate your feelings

I feel like these niggas wouldn't fuck with me if I was flat

I seen a lot of fake relationships come with the racks

When I'm cashing out a sacks they like to take me to the back

Man it ain't hard to rap when you can really talk some facts

I can't listen to none of these niggas cause they cap

Yeah that lil nigga snap but we know that ain't how he act

He came with something, wasn't the whole thing but I cut him slack

Get my extras out the trap, the scams help me just get back

I spit fire, got him coming back like this shit crack

Kev in here trippin telling me that he can't find his smack

I said fuck it give him a backwood so we can match

Put a paper around the wood you gon' think this a different batch

Riding with the latest guns, yeah we got the newest straps

Cuz just came 10 mill shit I'm thinking chop next

Known for hitting niggas block label us a bomb threat

Think you fucking with the stoners my nigga just stop that

Cause all my niggas apes and all my niggas silverbacks

Pull up on the block get the shooting like it's chitty chat

Pull up on your block with a chop they got some nuts attached

And you know cuz up the Glock he know for tucking that

But fuck it, look, what you on where you live

I remember I was struggling trying to find my next meal

Dukes kicked me out the crib I ain't had nowhere to live

Now I'm trapping state to state, stoner gang we getting it in

V-Lone ain't got no friends, I been doing this since a kid

Captain Badass, niggas yea y'all know what it is

Cuz came beam beam I didn't know it had twins

Now I'm thinking foreign shit, oh shit I wanna Benz

You know what it is, you with the tuck I wanna tuck

I tell her bring her friend Cuz pull up drop the roof he blowing in the wind

We filled his wood up to the brim and you can't get a hit

She said she never had wock she tryna take a sip

In the whip behind tint feel like the president

Bae this ain't no casamigo drinking medicine

You blowing shake that ass that's why you can't inhale the shit

We in a scat pack when I hit the gas it burn rubber

Cuz ain't my momma's son but I call him my brother

Six grams in this hood it look like a stick of butter

Niggas mad I get a fit and fit that bitch like no other

I said I'm chilling with the biggest stone we playing 2k

You ain't got nothing to eat but winning bought a eighth

I'ma take my ass home if it ain't about making some pape

You gon' get caught lacking wear your helmet or stay out the way