"Damn" lyrics
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Lyrics
Gang, we gon' kick the door down and shoot all them niggas
(Ayy, Hoop, where you at, nigga?)
Pack, touchdown, watch the pack, touchdown
I'm sellin' that dope at the mound, [?], gang
Kick the door down, oh
Hit the door all on the ground, huh
Jump in that water, gon' drown, huh
I'm servin' this shit by the pound, huh
Glock 19 with the fifty round
Don't say shit 'bout Draco
'Cause these niggas gon' tell
Yo, I'm serving this brick out the scale, yo
I'm standin' in the trap with the bell, yo
I'm sendin' this shit through the mail
Trap house boomin, got all white squares
Young Draco, nigga, the trap of the year
Lambo, Urus, switch to the-
If I see twelve, then I jump out the whip
If I got smoke with some niggas, I call my niggas, they land in yo' bushes
It's gang, we run in the city
Walk that boy down with the choppa, let's eat
If I see twelve out the door, then I jump out the window
The Glock 19 came with an extendo
Yo, fifty shot nigga rock out on yo' block
Zone 1, Money Gang, I got the-
Damn
I'm in the trap and I broke the-
Damn
Cookin' the dough 'til my wrist like-
Damn
Hellcat filled with a whole lotta Glocks
Damn
I had to skrrt off on the cops
Damn
I hit that boy with a whole lotta shots (Goddamn)
Hit that boy up with the Glock
Damn
Whippin' that dough 'til my wrist like-
Damn
(I'm in the trap with the-) I'm in the trap with the bells if you need me, yo
Draco, play with the rack like Serena
Damn
Don't play with the gang, then we squeeze it
Goddamn
Young nigga, he trap out the demon
Yuh, I'm in the club with them racks
Zone 1, Money Gang, nigga
Know I'm gon' blow [?] my Rollie is frozen
Yo, stand on yo' homeboy, even though he had a big back on him
Run on the plug
Yo, they know that I'm chosen
Ain't playin' this shit, they know why I'm comin'
Run in yo' trap and take over
Keep low, gang, face shot
They know about Soulja
I press a button, it's over
Money Gang, they can hang with some soldiers
Kick the door down, nigga I told ya
I'm sippin' on lean and then 40s
Let go, I hit that boy up with the [?]
Woah, I used to trap Motorola
Fifty-some shots with a Glock in my holster
Woah, I'm in the trap with my face on the posters
Damn, sippin' on lean and I need me a coaster
[?]
Hit that boy up if he get a lil' closer
(Damn, hit that boy up if he get a lil' closer)
(ARP, straight on my shoulder)
(I'm in the trap with some soldiers)
(Whippin' that Doja)
(Countin' on Ms like poker)
(Ayy, Hoop, where you at, nigga?)
Pack, touchdown, watch the pack, touchdown
I'm sellin' that dope at the mound, [?], gang
Kick the door down, oh
Hit the door all on the ground, huh
Jump in that water, gon' drown, huh
I'm servin' this shit by the pound, huh
Glock 19 with the fifty round
Don't say shit 'bout Draco
'Cause these niggas gon' tell
Yo, I'm serving this brick out the scale, yo
I'm standin' in the trap with the bell, yo
I'm sendin' this shit through the mail
Trap house boomin, got all white squares
Young Draco, nigga, the trap of the year
Lambo, Urus, switch to the-
If I see twelve, then I jump out the whip
If I got smoke with some niggas, I call my niggas, they land in yo' bushes
It's gang, we run in the city
Walk that boy down with the choppa, let's eat
If I see twelve out the door, then I jump out the window
The Glock 19 came with an extendo
Yo, fifty shot nigga rock out on yo' block
Zone 1, Money Gang, I got the-
Damn
I'm in the trap and I broke the-
Damn
Cookin' the dough 'til my wrist like-
Damn
Hellcat filled with a whole lotta Glocks
Damn
I had to skrrt off on the cops
Damn
I hit that boy with a whole lotta shots (Goddamn)
Hit that boy up with the Glock
Damn
Whippin' that dough 'til my wrist like-
Damn
(I'm in the trap with the-) I'm in the trap with the bells if you need me, yo
Draco, play with the rack like Serena
Damn
Don't play with the gang, then we squeeze it
Goddamn
Young nigga, he trap out the demon
Yuh, I'm in the club with them racks
Zone 1, Money Gang, nigga
Know I'm gon' blow [?] my Rollie is frozen
Yo, stand on yo' homeboy, even though he had a big back on him
Run on the plug
Yo, they know that I'm chosen
Ain't playin' this shit, they know why I'm comin'
Run in yo' trap and take over
Keep low, gang, face shot
They know about Soulja
I press a button, it's over
Money Gang, they can hang with some soldiers
Kick the door down, nigga I told ya
I'm sippin' on lean and then 40s
Let go, I hit that boy up with the [?]
Woah, I used to trap Motorola
Fifty-some shots with a Glock in my holster
Woah, I'm in the trap with my face on the posters
Damn, sippin' on lean and I need me a coaster
[?]
Hit that boy up if he get a lil' closer
(Damn, hit that boy up if he get a lil' closer)
(ARP, straight on my shoulder)
(I'm in the trap with some soldiers)
(Whippin' that Doja)
(Countin' on Ms like poker)
