Soulja Boy — Figured It Out

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] I got them shooters, gon' step for me Internet name, shooters be sent to the left for me I got them shooters, gon step Stand in the kitchen, I'm whipping that dope in the syrup Got the hamburger, hop out the coupe with them choppas The finger on trigger, they itchin', I'm catching them bodies myself I done ran up some M's I ain't even know about the [?] New Balenciaga, I'm poppin' my collar This lil' nigga watchin' on step Young Draco, I don't take off on thеse niggas, I find Takin' your breath, my nigga, they find Thеse niggas so broke, I be wantin' to cry I hop out the coupe, you know that I'm fly You diss out my gang, some shots at yo' eye Whip up my chain on a nigga, I hit with that five Nigga be stupid, they fuckin', I know why? I ain't frontin' no bih, then I go figure out Take me a trip, I whip it out Take off to another level Bitch ain't go with it, stick in his nigga eye, whip him out Doot-doot-doot-doot with .762 when I hit with that five Double cup, pour a Promethazine, sippin' on lean I got money on me right now I whilling on the state, they goin' crazy My whip and my bae Back in the trap, I would drive a Mercedes These VVS diamonds my teeth and you know they ain't braces I put that money in brand new Piguets, it's tight No [?] like shoelace Gettin' the [?] on the freeway And murder got name, don't play with my gang (Nah-nah-nah) I done figured it out, I did Everything that I did, it was [?] for me They can't fuck with the kid and I slide on these niggas I ran up some M's, I chill with my nigga I done figured it out I got sticks in account (I did) We ain't never seen drought (No) We ain't never, ever, ever seen (No, no) I rock out with Metro I really don't need no bih I can rock out after Waitin' on go and like [?], we Roc-A-Fella Hop out the helicopter, new propeller My [?] in the middle Them niggas switchin' up colors like Skittles [?], no pickle Ran up some mil' You niggas be broke, that be lame I hop in that 'Rari, I'm switchin' up lanes That's a new 488 Fuck a bustdown, I won't get in this plane I want a new Plain Jane Thirty-five thousand for the Cartier Hop out the plane, jump on the plane Hop on the stage, jump out the stage Take out the opps, tell 'em, no Mary Jane Designer my glasses, I can't have a plain Double cup Wock' and you sippin' champagne Do Balmain, do our thang With Johnny Dang Feel like 50 Cent, this been the chain Feel like Cameron, pink Rover Range Count up all my money, now they actin' strange Now they actin' strange [Outro] Stranger things (Stranger things) I been feelin' low, we fall in thangs (Woah-woah) I done came up on some change (I done came up on some change) Now everybody actin' strange