Soulja Boy - Gratata lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Pull up on your block, gratata

Call up my shooters, they come thru'

And yeah, they pop at ya

Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us

SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there

We gwoppin' 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 droppin' ya

SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us

(Verse)

Pull up on your block, gratata

Shooters in the back and the front

And yeah, they pop at ya

All my niggas comin', boy, they droppin' ya

50.000 on my chain, whip it like Tellafia

I be in that Rarri, ain't no stoppin' 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 throwin' up

Nigga know my game, what I'm throwin' up

Fuckin' with 100, I swear you get an uppercut

I be shootin' choppas, it ain't none' to us

Pull up on yo block and I bet I bust

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

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

Standin' on the block, sellin' dope

It wa' none' to us

Pull up on yo block and ya know I bust

Forgiatto sittin' underneath my brand new Bentley truck

Pull up to the trappin', 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

(Hook)