Soulja Boy - Out The Kitchen lyrics

rate me

Fresh up out the kitchen, riding round and I’m getting it

I smoke like smoke midget, got money to the ceiling

Kush up in the air, and my fucking chain

Lit up like a chandelier, get em

Swag tall and I press, get em

Let me begin and let’s race bitch, get em

Bracelet cost 35, chain cost 86

Niggas talking fuck shit, I pull up and I buck it

Sod that’s a bucket, nigga try your luck bitch, pussy

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a rich nigga, yeah

Yeah licks with your bitch nigga

And my house cost 6 figures, 7 figures

And I’m standing by the plate nigga

Pull up and I mash, breaks a digital dash

And I’m from the future, all you fuck niggas in the past

No nigga you won’t last, cause I on rain, and I bring Armageddon

If you niggas want that pain, nigga

Young rich nigga, young rich nigga

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga

I’m ain’t throwing hundreds, I ain’t throwing ones

Young rich nigga, this is what I do

Pull up to the block, yeah I got the juice

Ask em for the juice too, I’ma pop his head

If he talking down, I’ma shoot his leg if he tryna run

You know the word around town

Sod my gang campaigning for the summer

Niggas rock it true religion, I did that league 2009

I’m starting with my bizness, nigga that’s how I’m feeling

Bitch you know I rip it, never half stepping

50k on my necklace and that medusa first on my clock

Nigga talk around on the block, but I know what’s and what’s not

Nigga I’m know what’s hiding, I’m know to scope

I’m put to ponts and I’m on the foe

You talking down you get hit, hit the bitch with the telescope

Nigga, and my gun got a scope on it

That beam red is fuck will leave you head nigga you a dope dummy

Lil dre I go huned, go keep it 4 huned

Smoking on more chronic, nigga don’t get your dope running,

Nigga everything you want it’s mashing, it’s a young rich nigga

And I do this shit in action and I blast with figures

I’m on the block everyday if a nigga wanna race

Put that thing to his face

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga

I was born a broke nigga but I’ma die rich, nigga

A huned k up in thousands

Selling green thousands eye lids

This what I do, I got that money piling

Fresh up out the kitchen, riding round and I’m getting it

I smoke like smoke midget,

Versace my bracelet, Lamborghini let’s race bitch

I’m the shit, just face it

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga

I’m a young rich nigga, I’m a young rich nigga.