FOE Cell & Young Kam - SOLDIER
I get a few bags and flip em
Hollister on the back of my denims
I got a few killers I send em
See the target I know they gon get him
No questions asked
I do a show need my ends on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
I get a few bags and flip em
Hollister on the back of my denims
I got a few killers I send em
See the target I know they gon get him
No questions asked
I do a show need my ends on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
I been a baller like Julius Randle
Call me Trae Young the way that I handle
She digging my style she say that I'm handsome
Taking her out I was raised with manners
When we get to the crib I dismantle it
Had others plans for tonight but she cancelled it
If it's mine then better not be tampered with
I'm not the brightest but you see my candle lit
Off the hustle I made me a fortune
Fucked it off but I kept a lil portion
Made it back in a week getting boring
Gotta keep going cause this shit important
And I know for a fact that a pussy hoe said some
Outside every night 'less I notice the feds come
Spin on an opp got me screaming out red rum
Swept off the floor like a bread crumb
And I ain't need a handout this shit out the dirt
Shawty got a fat ass so I like when she twerk
Called my OG he fronted me some work
I'm getting to the Franklins ain't talking bout Kirk
And I'm only happy when my brothers smile
Been living good ain't felt this in a while
Had my fair share tribulations and trials
Head to the bank got it backed up for miles
I get a few bags and flip em
Hollister on the back of my denims
I got a few killers I send em
See the target I know they gon get him
No questions asked
I do a show need my ends on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
I get a few bags and flip em
Hollister on the back of my denims
I got a few killers I send em
See the target I know they gon get him
No questions asked
I do a show need my ends on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
Yeah yeah no strings attached
The second verse had to run this shit back
Round the 10th grade my life wasn't on track
Reppin the gang Double H on my hat
Shit had me fucked up wall so close to my back
He run up my gun jammed he get hit with a bat
Don't know what you thought but this really ain't that
And I'm feeling good my pockets getting fat
Yeah and that's really all thanks to my brothers
The ones who been here I don't fuck with the others
As a lil youngin' I stayed into trouble
Swerve do the dash got me burning the rubber
This all glory to God so I'm humble
Since he gave me this chance I can't fumble
When the spotlight on me I don't stumble
Get in there and squabble I'm ready to rumble
I get a few bags and flip em
Hollister on the back of my denims
I got a few killers I send em
See the target I know they gon get him
No questions asked
I do a show need my ends on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
I get a few bags and flip em
Hollister on the back of my denims
I got a few killers I send em
See the target I know they gon get him
No questions asked
I do a show need my ends on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
Written by:
Marcell Jones
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