Soulja Boy - The Mean Flow lyrics

rate me

I pull up in my drop top, beemer soulja tell them so cleaner

Number one you never seen her and I’m asking

Chilling on the beach catch me stunting

And I pull up pressing buttons, every song we doing numbers, whoa!

And why they asking, niggas know that I’m that nigga, number one

Hoes hit me up on twitter, I’m the one

Stay pulling fresh in this fashion, then we pulling like it’s magic

Then we ready for that action, hold on

I make art, my flow so masterpiece, I kill it on the track

Niggas get they fucking head peeling, it ain’t nothing

I pull up pushing buttons, I’m stunting, sod money gang, we’re all in or nothing, oh

It’s that dude, I pull up, I eat your plate, bitch fix your face

I’m stacks on deck, we win the race

Lamborghini black on black, I switch the paint

Niggas be talking like, these bitches pussies ain’t stank, dre

I got 10 chains on, 5 rings on, play my damn song

I’m on the stage and I’m going king kong,

On the track, and your girl staying on my ding dong

It ain’t nothing to a g, you know I get my swag on

We walk inside the mall, they taking pictures

I’m like motherfucker tag, I ain’t never mad

Pull up stunting, while my haters mad, oh my god

I be balling on them niggas, what you calling and this money

All my pockets water falling like a fassy walk

For real talk though, hoes take my photo it’s on facebook

Swagging, pull up in that dragging, you’re face shook, I’m asking

Soulja boy tell them take a trip, got a million on my hip

Make my album fucking flip, whoa

I’m going back boy, just like the bad boy,

Going swagga money just like an appstore

This what I aks for, I hit that bitch from the back

Hit her hit her from the back,

Then I slap her on the ass, with a motherfucking stack, whoa

Tattered on my chest, tattered on my neck,

Tattered on my arm, damn I’m the bomb

Drop it maine fire like alarm, soulja tell them swarm

Only pussy niggas with the gun, hood gonna fucking run

Lil dre, bitch I’m number one, hold up

Incredible, intellectual, swagging with that ak47, we get rid of you

Money and cash, and bitches and revenue

On my schedule, and we do this 10 times 2020, we ahead of you, whoa, whoa

I blast with cash, we flash like magic

We ready for action, we stay packing, never liking niggas

Can’t let it happen, soulja tell I’m outta space

Just like nasa, I got so many flat screens, all on plasma

Swag city, swag, swag city, catch me sippin on sirock

But my name ain’t didy, catch me chilling with 50,

A hunned fifty on her titty

Soulja boy…my swag hard for the city, whoa.