Soldier Musik

[Verse 1: Zona Man]
She gon' wanna fuck 'cause I'm rich and I'm famous
Tell him don't trust me, I'm grimy, I'm dangerous
Pull up to the set, I be hangin' with bangers
I been in it all my life, ain't no stranger to danger
What you niggas claimin'?
Big love for the niggas that we lost, but still, we feel a pain
Got a pendant wrapped in diamonds with my brother on a chain
My dog doin' time for the gang, I'd do the same

[Verse 2: Top5ivee]
I would take a risk, but instead, I'd rather hit the booth
I would pop a Perc', but instead, I'd rather sip a deuce
Bitch, you been out, you wasn't there, nigga, where was you?
Day-ones in my circle, some gone, I only got a few (Damn)
You ain't smokin' za in your 'Wood, you can keep the boof
You ain't pourin' Wock' in your cup, you can keep thе juice

[Verse 3: EKillaOffDaBlock]
Man, locked in with my niggas since kids, I swеar we been true
Get me a bottle and a Perc', I'm finna get loose
We certified steppers, you can't step in if you ain't got no tool
I don't know if you got your strap, I got my strap, and Peezy got one too
Yeah, let them niggas make the wrong step, we shoot, they make the news
Let the bitch thought I was finna stay with her, I guess it's April Fools

[Verse 4: 5Much]
Wipe that nigga nose, them bullets hit him, I think I seen him drool
Had to drop a Perky in a uh, I'm in a type of mood
Slidin' up in traffic, bickin' back, but I ain't never bool
Ratchet-ass khaliitii with a back and she hella rude
Said I had to catch it when she threw it back, I think she felt the tool
She like, "Ain't you from the Jays?" I'm like, "Yes, sir"
Said take me to the block and it's on the next turn
Dead opps all in this 'Wood, I'm like, "Let it burn"
Need a mansion in the hills, mama told me it's my turn
Mix the uh with the uh, got me sippin' when I swerve
Catch an opp, he better duck, he gettin' served
I done hit the whoopty when I seen CRASH in the turf
I remember all them days smokin' eighthies on the Murph
Madd told me don't be broke, go get the profit off the work
You wanna bang BSG, you gotta pop a nigga first
Like bitch, this PMB the gang, and bitch, we got it out the dirt

[Verse 5: P4K]
It get slimy in the turf, keep a strap right where you bick it at
Just left Neiman's, blew a bag, but I'ma get it back
Caught that nigga slippin', tagged him up, but he ain't get a pass
Fire twenty-two out the strap, hit his neck and his back
Tinted up the Benz, next month I'm paintin' it black
I need a couple M's on the table when I work in the trap
You ain't never seen this bustdown, but I'm bringin' it back
Dickies suit with the flame belt with the chunkiest strap
Tell a nigga step up in my five, then I'm chalkin' him down
.308'll blow a nigga heart right out of his chest
We got Rugers, 9s, Glocks, TECs, and we come with the best
(I'ma hit his head and hit his neck, I ain't aim for the vest)