Soulja Boy — Trap Sauce

[Intro: Soulja Boy] Mango Soulja Young rich niggas, gang Gang gang Yeah nigga You know what the fuck going on Real northside shit [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] I'm getting to the money nigga, the fuck you think this is? Bitch I was rich before I even had a deal Call up the plug, I pour up a whole seal Bust down my Roli, I iced out [?] Me and Mango, we bout to take a trip Hit the highway with a hundred and fifty bricks Hop out the Rari looking like the president [Chorus: Soulja Boy] Trap sauce dripping on my [?] Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do Trap sauce dripping on my [?] [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] [?] put it in the air Money gang niggas don't shoot in the air You safe in your hood, don't come over here Big mac 11 shoot him in the [?] I take the bricks, I make them disappear That's not a new bitch, I fucked that bitch last year Hit the wrong spot, nobody was there In the Rari switching to the 5th gear I been having [?] Trappin, riding around with that fellony Grippin that Draco, ain't no nigga testing me Stand in the trap, and [?] whole thing See a hundred everytime [?] In Zone 1 serving that cocaine Get the fuck back, nigga don't know me [?] whole thing [?] moving so slowly Bought a brick, could've bought me a Roli Catch me in the trap, I'm grippin that Cobi Drive that Mazerati just like it's stolen I got that bag on me, they say I'm holding Look at my pinky ring, shit frozen I got them keys, keys Zaytoven [?] on my Bentley, I'm rolling [Chorus: Soulja Boy] Trap sauce dripping on my [?] Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do Trap sauce dripping on my [?] [Verse 3: Mango Foo] Trap sauce, I got the dab flew Jim Carey, bring the mask through Got some people at your door with bad news Came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms Hit the pot, I gotta get the extras Body slam a brick like wrestlers Make your ho give me top in a tesla Then I leave her, cause I got the best of her YRN, and they say we some loonitics Going [?] in the pot like I'm Ludacris I just bust down my watch with some lugy spit I'm a thief in the night, I'm a hooligin I don't rap, nigga I really do this shit Yeah yeah you got guns, shoot that shit Imma beat the pot, black and blue the shit I remix the rock, dope on my [?] [Chorus: Soulja Boy] Trap sauce dripping on my [?] Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce Fucking your bitch, I'm blowing her back out Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope Hop out the Rari, you know that my niggas shoot Fucking your bitch, you know what I'm bout to do Trap sauce dripping on my [?]