Soulja Boy - Let's Be Real lyrics

rate me

Jumping off the roof

God damn, where's my parachute?

Pretty boy goons

All we know is money and the loot

40 on my troop

80 drop top, I'm on the loose

Fuck the F.B.I. and fuck all the Army troops

Fighting for what, bitch? Be your own man

I be flying through the clouds

With green like I'm Peter Pan

I be so damn high

Man, you don't understand

I just talked to God today

I said "Give me another chance!"

So I'm back in the hood

And I'm trying to flip the bands

I done put the double cup

And pulled up the kickstand

Now the hoes on my dick

Cause the tats on my hands

And my hand gripping wheel

Behind the 2012 van

Mane, I pull up in the truck

And my goons duffled up

Got the bricks and the kush

In the loud pat whaat

Mane, you know what's going down

When I pull up in the drop and

Everybody on me

Cause the album just dropped

Mane, the Juice mixtape

Got the hood on fire

I'mma keep hitting licks

Til my young ass retire

And I'm posted in the back of the coupe

I'm on fire

If a nigga think he got me

He's a goddamn liar!

And I'm posted on the wall

Like a god damn fly

I'm a young pretty goon

You can see it in my eye

I done hit 20 licks

And I can't tell you why

And I can't tell you where

Got goons in Delaware

Knock your heads off your shoulder

If you try to think I'm scared

Mane, I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em

Bitch I tote the infrared

Got the tats on my neck

Got the tats on my chest

Got the Super Saiyan Swag

Yes, my goons off of this

Mane you hoes talking down

But you really don't know

Got a couple bills that'll

Get your ass knocked off the globe

Gucci better, Louis Kicks

I can't even talk no shit

Young Soulja Boy, I'm on the block

I'm looking like 5o bricks

Walking like a walking lick

Talking like a chicken coupe

Running round the city and my goons

Are on the fuckin loose

2012: yes, salute!

Money sitting in the booth

Drop-top Phantom

Converted to a Benteley Coupe

Switched the Lambo truck

For the brand new Audi though

100 million dollars got me walking like Shawty Lo

Walk inside the studio

I promise I'mma get it in

50 kick shawty

Soulja Boy, I'm bout to bring em in!

Drop top Lexus I done flipped into a Benz doe

S.L. 56 siggin on 4th of July doors

I think I don't know Young Lil Dre

I dunn swagged for the summer

Got the presidential Lambo like I'm

B. Obama

I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em

I'mma swag til I'm dead

If you didn't know, I'll put some money on your head

Got tats on my chest

But I won't tat my legs

Got money on the purp, yeah you heard what I said

If your boy is talking down

I might pour the infra-red

Got my young boys with me and

He doing like Simon Said

If I tell him 2 words

The he gonna make a move

Tell me what's a goon

Too pretty, what it do?

And I post on the block, and all my goons shoot

Young Soulja Boy Tell Em

Shout out to my troops

Yeah they riding for the boy

And we swag to the city

Got 400 rappers and the city fuckin with me

Got my young boys trappin

On the Westside of Atlanta

Got so many cars

I think I'm Tony Montana

I'm connected to Australia

All the way to Alabama

Got the goons holding on me

Gucci bandana, I be walking in Miami

With the Louis on my sandals

Niggas hating on young God

Cause he hot like a candle

AK-47 shooting, hit, ay, hold your man too

Hit your mama and your daddy

They crying at your funeral

Mane, we shooting up the funeral

Ain't nobody even scared

Got the young boys with me and

They shooting for your head

Young Soulja Boy Tell Em

I dunn tat my whole arm

Got 40 on my wrist and I just rang the alarm

God damn I'm on fire, pull up in the Benz

And I shitted on the world in the year 2010 woo!

The most songs in the rap game nigga!