Soulja Boy — Pineapple Fanta

[Introduction] Yuh, Stacks on Deck Money Gang It's Soulja Boy nigga, the Movie (Uh) SOD Aye [Chorus] Run up on me flip a pussy nigga like a channel Got my niggas in the cut and they got them hammers Niggas talking shit pussy nigga i'mma blam em' Got them birds and they touchdown in Pineapple Fanta Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta I'm with the gang you can't hang you ain't pourin Fanta's Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta [Verse 1] Pouring lean with the gang, you ain't gang you can't hang Run up on me let it bang, I swear you niggas lame Broke boy won't snatch a chain Boy you gon' get your ass slayed Run up on me hit with the K King Soulja Big Dre Riding around in that Rari thang Nigga want to take his chain Niggas talking all that shit, nigga let that choppa bang 30 thousand on my ring, 50 thousand for my chain I pull up with the gang, we know we make it rain All them bitches they on gang Niggas talking they so lame Nigga's be broke as the fuck, man i swear them niggas lame Young Soulja hard in the paint, they Soulja this then that Pull up on the fucking block and i'm in the brand new Jag Drop the top up on the Lam 200 for ? 50 thousand for my ring, 30 for my ? Lotta choppas in this bitch shooting at the fucking niggas Talking all that fucking shit SOD my niggas killa (Uh) Pull up on your block like Blaow Pussy boy trying jack my style Rolly sitting on my wrist and you know that's 50 thou' In the kitchen whipping now I gotta make all my loud Man i'm smoking all this loud Oh my god my city proud [Chorus] Run up on me flip a pussy nigga like a channel Got my niggas in the cut and they got them hammers Niggas talking shit pussy nigga i'mma blam em' Got them birds and they touchdown in Pineapple Fanta Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta I'm with the gang you can't hang you ain't pourin Fanta's Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta (Verse 2) Bitch i'm with the gang Bitch you know we do our thang Niggas talking like they want smoke, man them niggas lame Pull up choppas and AR and we spraying at their car All them niggas ? fuck Boy you know you broke as hell See the ? I eyed your 12 Niggas snitching on the cop now they talking bout their bail Now they talking bout they bond Soulja do that for fun I got hundreds talk no ones 100 round drum 30 tucked under my seat Swear to god we pay heat Pull up on your block and it's kapeesh From Zone 1 to Zone 3 All them niggas know about me I'm SOD and PTE Boy we put you 6 feet deep Boy we put your ass to sleep [Outro] Yeah man you know how the fuck nigga rocking man SOD shit man Stacks on Deck Money Gang man, pouring up drank man Naw for real man, ya'll know what the fuck going on man (Aye)