Soulja Boy — My Niggaz

Shout out to my niggas We gon' tear this bitch up Shout out to my niggas Shout out to my niggas, shout out to my killers Got that pistol on me and don't try I pull the trigger Let a nigga dis me I can't remember, damn Riding through the hood and it's froze like December Merry Christmas, I brought the Christmas tree Rolling up this fucking dope man I'm higher than the streets Merry Christmas, I brought the kusha tree Man I'm rolling on this dope it got me higher sixth street Man I'm riding through some say and er'body know bout me Shout out to my niggas, we be getting figures Bitch you know we killers, nr. 1 drillers Riding through that hood and gon' feel like a million Shout out to my niggas We gon' tear this bitch up Shout out to my niggas Shout out to my niggas that's taking care of their kids Shout out to my niggas that know that they the shit Shout out to my niggas that don't take no shit from no pigs Shout out to my niggas that they ain't never fucking snitched 'Cause I be riding, driving, riding around supplying Got a layer in my pocket, if I ain't travelling then I'm lying I be riding, flying, riding around supplying Got a layer in my pocket, if I ain't travelling then I'm lying No lie, I'm fly, I bought a pound and got high I'm riding around in this spaceship seeing niggas in the sky You pussy niggas is broke and all my niggas is rich First I shot that nigga and then I fucked his bitch Shout out to my niggas We gon' tear this bitch up Shout out to my niggas