Esco ft. Zelly Boa, Soulja Glock, 2G Soulja & Carter Cartel Lyrics

Soulja glock

Y'all know what the fuck going on, man

Soulja Livin' Tru, ENT, yeah

Yeah

Glock beat that pussy like a bullet, uh-huh

Seven-six-two, times thirty-nine

Finger fuck that twat like I'm off the casamigo

Bitch, I'm plugged out in San Juan, puerto rico

Hang with mi amigo, buenos dias, mamacita

Que pasa, wait

You got that work

All white, pure cocaine dope

You know it's clean, cause I got it off the boat

Fresh off the boat, dope for the low

This for the nose, this ain't something that you smoke

I-95, I'm on the road

Dropping off loads of that Pablo esco

I get the bag and get it fast and got these niggas mad

Two hundred on the dash and speed off quick, this bitch ain't got a tag

Just hit the gas, I'm living this shit fast

Nigga, get off your ass

This bitch so bad, she gone give it up and I ain't gotta ask

I remember getting burnt on my fingers

Used to smoke the jizzle down to the fucking stinger

Now I'm with this bitch Kia, sliding in a stinger

Got that fie up in the kia, wanna fire up, hit the windows

It's an old, cold world, keep that fie up in december

Gotta keep that heat, niggas die up in the winter

Got that money on my mind, only thing I remember

Sticking to the G code, shit'll make you a winner

Fucking on this nigga bitch, he my son to me

Baby girl, take that plan B right in front of me

I ain't gone lie, if you trying nigga, it ain't nothing for me

Huh, niggas really right up under me

Started from the ground up

Nigga, from the bottom where the fuck they found us

Huh, treacherous, been up in them trenches, nigga

Scars and these war wounds

Told brodie load up on them guns, we going to war soon

Seen shit change like the weather

Rock these scars like a medal

Know nothing lasts forever, but they always say forever

Had to get up off the ground, I had to get my shit together

Bro tie your shoes, you tripping, we bout to go to war with whoever

Hold on, I keep that hammer close, gotta be in arm reach

That nigga doing all that talking, practice what you preach

I'm getting money, gotta grind, make sure we eat

No silver spoon, yeah, we ate up off them paper plates

Nigga, yeah, your name gotta carry weight

That's the only thing that you got when you hit the grave

I got a fully automatic, wanna be fully paid

I swear to God, you a mob, you just in the way

Uh, stand on business, see shoe prints

I swear to God, hard times, we been through this

Rainy days, nigga no umbrella

Yeah, that bitch cut me off, but I can't sweat her

Cause it's M-O-B, yeah in that same order

I move that Pablo Escobar like the transporter

Nigga gotta stay down, that's what the game taught us

Know some niggas heartless, but they stay loyal

Soulja Livin' tru