Soulja Boy — Red Bottoms & Balenciaga

[Intro] Soulja [Verse] All I, do is count bands, count bands, bitch Run up on me, get yo' ass fanned, bitch M-16, get yo' ass blammed, bitch Ridin' wit' my gang, we go ham, bitch Balenciagas, red bottoms, red bottoms Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms Uh, rockin' Balenciaga, hop a Rari Uh, hop up out the Rari, 'rop a Maserati Uh, 30 on me, shawty, shootin' up the party Ayy, run up on Lil' Soulja, hit you wit' this .40 Ayy, I be goin' ham trappin' out the state Ayy, runnin' all this dope through, through the United States Ayy, and the next day I bet I beat the case Ayy, ayy, ayy, shoot yo' ass up and yo' face Ayy, ridin' 'round town like I'm in a race Ayy, run up on me wrong, get hit wit' this K Ayy, who the fuck is you? I ain't seen yo' face Ayy, shoot that fuck nigga, dump him in the lake Ayy, ayy, I be ridin' 'round catchin' plays Ayy, you don't know 'bout Dre, I shoot in broad day Ayy, call the cops, boy, you ain't safe Ayy, ayy, catch you slippin', knock out yo' face Ayy, I be ridin' 'round wit' that fuckin' K Ayy, run up on me wrong, you can die today Ayy, ayy, on God, shoot you in yo' face Ayy, shoot you in yo' chest, yo' neck, all day Ayy, I'ma shoot a nigga like repeatedly Ayy, run up on me wrong, you get RIP'd Ayy, knock you off yo' feet, tryna play wit' me Ayy, King Soulja, Rich Gang, and UFB