Soulja Boy — Last Supper

[Intro] Yeah, I wanna fuckin feel this shit, y'know? You already know, bandkids the fucking movement Huh, huh Sauve Boom! [Verse 1: Sauve] Niggas chose 15 seconds of fame Over the 15 seconds of reign VVS diamonds, they shine in the rain Rollin up gas, don’t remember the strain Run up a bag, I remember the pain Take it back, every day I used to train I was dead broke, used to rock a fake chain Now every day, we hop on a plane Did a few shows, and I ran up like 80 Save that shit up, it's supposed to get rainy Just got a property somewhere in Haiti Momma said chopper, this gun for her safety Bitch so bad, might give her a baby She so happy, I hit on the daily Offer the [?], he be talking 'bout ladies Walk in the [?] [Verse 2: Lil Mosey] Is you outside, nigga? (Side) Have to shoot that nigga, what time, nigga? And it’s all black (Black) 2k, might spend it, ice so cold, feel like the winter Got two bad ho's, fuck her, yeah (Bad, fuck her) Shoot them with 12, I might duck her, yeah (Duck her) Little handshake, then, fuck her (Fuck her) Why you on her, like it's her last supper? (Last) Yeah, and I'm drippin' like water Ooh, yeah, bounce back and I'll fuck on your thot, mmh (Fuck on your thot) Yeah, twenty shows, I don't know where I'm at Yeah, fifty bands I’ma add to my sack [Verse 3: Sauve & Soulja Boy & Lil Mosey] Y-yeah, Trix are for kids I throw the money, just for the bands Bellows, just strip a big booty babe I hit that bitch in the back of my crib Sometimes in my life, I feel like I’m famous Lil nigga talking, he know that I made it Shoot, choppa, it's rainin’ These niggas talking, they know that I made it Yeah, young nigga eat your motherfuckin' plate Hop in the gatti and now I'm in the race Whippin' up dope right in your face Calling my lawyer, I’m getting a case I'm with Soulja, hop in a rover I thought I told you, we 'takin over Whippin' up bands, whippin' up[?] Smoking on dope Posin' on our block I was just shootin' around ya Boss seen the money around When [?], we don't make a sound [?] off a bean So, I got a choppa, [?] green bean [Verse 4: Sauve & Soulja Boy] Bandkids, we blow like a bomb, got the world in our palm I got some money, gave it to my mom And she bought us a lawn Hit the lil bitch then I pass the baton I take a flight to Milan Bad bitch, she one of a kind, take that lil' ass and put her on Niggas gonna hate when they banging my song I'm at the top like king kong Back in high school, y'all didn't get along Everything I do is wrong Bitch gotta drop her lil thong Cut the dummies on me [?] prom You know what we smokin, we smokin this strong, as if I didn't belong No, you don't want smoke Big Draco at your front door, we pose Make a wrong move, shoot off your nose Shot out the Benz, my young nigga kick in your door I need some lean, pour up a four Fucking your bitch, fucking your hoe Yuh, the diamond chain rainbow I put the rap game in the three-four