"Combative Soldiers (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. The Game)
Honey bee
Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me (this is the remix)
Don't fly away from my (Heart)
(2021 shit)
Don't you do it, don't you do it
I can't stand it
I'm on an inevitable course like Lloyd Banks
The falcon of the jungle destroy snakes
Disrespecting Brooklyn will get you a one Troy wake
Ghetto no limit soldier pushing a Rolls Royce Wraith
I started to see murder before P had a toy tank
When I say I got the glizzy it's a Glock I point straight
You say you got the glizzy you talkin' to fuck boy Frank
The first 48 it puts me in an annoyed space
Cause you can tell her you're bout to snitch
As soon as his voice breaks
They got white picket fences eat fish and enjoy steak
With taxpayers money cause we the ones who employ Jake
It's my year the Fubu Sean John and Rocawear and Dickie suit with the same bandana that Pac wear
Ridin' til the wheels fall off nope not here
We jack it up and change it like Britney we got Spears
Now I'm mobbin' out with my nigga Game we top tier
The Dow Jones Industrial Average watcher who got shares
Honey bee
Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me
(Ayy, Swizz, I see you still choppin' shit)
Don't fly away from my (Heart)
(Ayyo, Pap, let me talk my shit)
Don't you do it, don't you do it
I can't stand it
Extendos hangin' out this Drake concert
You gon' hear them niggas screamin' like bitches when it's burt
I'm in the trenches in thse yellow Timbs
Lamb drop hella wind
Lamb chops, that mean heavy metal and what I'm peddlin'
Mansoury Cardonado
Got it off yay but this ain't Life of Pablo
This is Shams El-Ezei with the young Frida Kahlo
This is sak pase and my Haitians feed em hollows
Gas shit my fleet'll follow
Ash the backwood on the carpet in the Maybach
Parked it in the backwoods and then I let the K clap
One body down, lay his niggas down beside his moment of truth
I wanted Calisse before Nas did
Step in the booth before I light this Cuban cigar first
Only New York niggas on corners doing pull-ups at the light
Could even come close to fucking with this broad work
Put me after y'all verse and Pap gon' get your all murked
Honey bee
Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me
Don't fly away from my (Heart)
Don't you do it, don't you do it
I can't stand it
Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me (this is the remix)
Don't fly away from my (Heart)
(2021 shit)
Don't you do it, don't you do it
I can't stand it
I'm on an inevitable course like Lloyd Banks
The falcon of the jungle destroy snakes
Disrespecting Brooklyn will get you a one Troy wake
Ghetto no limit soldier pushing a Rolls Royce Wraith
I started to see murder before P had a toy tank
When I say I got the glizzy it's a Glock I point straight
You say you got the glizzy you talkin' to fuck boy Frank
The first 48 it puts me in an annoyed space
Cause you can tell her you're bout to snitch
As soon as his voice breaks
They got white picket fences eat fish and enjoy steak
With taxpayers money cause we the ones who employ Jake
It's my year the Fubu Sean John and Rocawear and Dickie suit with the same bandana that Pac wear
Ridin' til the wheels fall off nope not here
We jack it up and change it like Britney we got Spears
Now I'm mobbin' out with my nigga Game we top tier
The Dow Jones Industrial Average watcher who got shares
Honey bee
Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me
(Ayy, Swizz, I see you still choppin' shit)
Don't fly away from my (Heart)
(Ayyo, Pap, let me talk my shit)
Don't you do it, don't you do it
I can't stand it
Extendos hangin' out this Drake concert
You gon' hear them niggas screamin' like bitches when it's burt
I'm in the trenches in thse yellow Timbs
Lamb drop hella wind
Lamb chops, that mean heavy metal and what I'm peddlin'
Mansoury Cardonado
Got it off yay but this ain't Life of Pablo
This is Shams El-Ezei with the young Frida Kahlo
This is sak pase and my Haitians feed em hollows
Gas shit my fleet'll follow
Ash the backwood on the carpet in the Maybach
Parked it in the backwoods and then I let the K clap
One body down, lay his niggas down beside his moment of truth
I wanted Calisse before Nas did
Step in the booth before I light this Cuban cigar first
Only New York niggas on corners doing pull-ups at the light
Could even come close to fucking with this broad work
Put me after y'all verse and Pap gon' get your all murked
Honey bee
Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me
Don't fly away from my (Heart)
Don't you do it, don't you do it
I can't stand it
