Soulja Boy — Chun Li

Pistol play and brick talk nigga... Bentleys and chickens nigga... Bricks and pistols nigga... Fuck you mean, nigga? Yeah.... You disrespect me and my gang, i'm coming to yo' crib nigga... Fuck you talkin' bout nigga? [Hook] I dare a pussy nigga try me In the trap, selling dope, kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li Kicking shit like Chun Li Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li Uh [Verse 1] They got the trap on fire Young nigga post up like Street Fighter Riding the Lamb on the wire I got that Lambo on fire I got yo' house on fire Run in yo' house like Street Fighter I got that trap on fire, I got that strap on fire I got snapped by the paparazzi I was ridin' on a Kawasaki Money comin' on me, on my body Tattoos on my body, yeah she on my body Hop in the molly, we up in Folly's Hop on the Mazi I take off the Maserati And you know that they got the Ducati Young Soulja Boy, I don't go to the money Go to the money, I go get the money Kicking shit like I'm Chun Li nigga Fuck around, you gon' dissapear AK 47 hit his ear He talking that shit but he last year Then Soulja Tell 'Em make him disappear! 30 thousand and it's up in my ear Sipping on lean an (?) the clear [Hook] I dare a pussy nigga try me In the trap, selling dope, kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li Kicking shit like Chun Li Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li [Verse 2] Run in yo' house just like home alone Pouring lean in my Styrofoam Pussy nigga talking on the internet I'm a send my killers straight to his home AK 47 hit in his dome (hit em, hit em) He thought he was on, but now that nigga gone Now they blowing my phone Shout out my OG, he put me on I put this shit and I wrote it in a song Pussy nigga better not come to my zone Made a million dollars off of my phone I can trap and do this shit all alone AK 47 come all alone All my niggas, they get money Hop out the wrist [?] and we serving' em Nigga, them onions! (?) Maybe if I call 'em [?] my shooters, they coming Send em to (?) them niggas they runnin' Nigga talking better pray to his reverend I'm shooting hollow tips, we send 'em to heaven ATL, I'm the shit here! Hopped in the Lambo and switched to the 6th gear! Young Soulja Boy I count big bills! You fuck with this gang you got' disappear! 15 thousand on my left ear! The AP, the Rollie, it look like a chandelier! Look at my diamonds go "burr!" I'm sipping on lean, i'm not fuckin' with beer [Hook] I dare a pussy nigga try me In the trap selling dope kicking shit like Chun Li, Chun Li, Chun Li Kicking shit like Chun Li Selling brick, sippin' lean, kicking shit like Chun Li