Sour Kidd - Soldier Kidd

Ain’t none of you niggas me, and I ain’t none of you

All my niggas throwin' threes, and we the shit, talk it too

Nigga what the fuck you need?

Who the fuck you talkin' to?

All these niggas out here green, 'til it’s time to get the blues

She givin' brain like my teach', but she never tell the truth

I don’t practice, I just preach, niggas know I got the juice

I just clap it, poppin' beans, droppin' Xannies in my juice

We was snappin' in these streets before we ever hit the booth, come on

Ain’t no deuce-deuce, this a stick with a flute, come on

Ain’t no SuWoo, leave him bleedin', noodle soup

I just pulled up to my school, with my backpack and my tool

Man, lil' shawty dropped the woo, pussy lookin' like a pool

Go to bustin' out that MAC, I’ll pull up on a fool

We was hustling dimebags before they thought that shit was cool

Mama would put it on my ass, cause I never followed rules, uh

Ain’t no rap cat, don’t get whacked tryna be cool, uh

I say, my gang, my way

Any place, Sour K bring the K

I don’t throw shade, hit the club, make it rain

This ain’t Burger King, you can’t have it your way

I’m from Hell-ray, bring that pressure where you stay

Got a TEC, don’t get blatt, by the motherfuckin' gang

I’m ask Triple X what you motherfuckin' slang

I done turned up to your ex, 'cause she tryna be my bae

Now she slidin' Cadillac with her fuckin' seat back

Uh, uh, this a foreign, put your fuckin' feet back

All these niggas out here boring, give my fuckin' beat back

I done pulled up on that boy, where the fuck his heat at?

Hit your street, I’m a demon, shawty tryna steal my semen

Where was you when I was creepin'?

I’m too hot, might be a fever

Niggas sweet, like Justin Bieber, baby eat, ain’t you an eater?

It ain’t right unless I beat her, fuck your stripes, this ain’t Adidas

How I strike like Derek Jeter, crackers fuck you for Anita

Soldier slidin' like a beetle, bring that fire, just like FILA

Got a nine millimeter, bullets fly, Beanie Sigel, come on

Talkin' Desert Eagle, walk like God, but thinkin' evil

Bust a shot and we get equal

Bend your block, that’s a sequel

'Cause we bendin' it and again, and again, and again

I had just told my mama I don’t really need no friends

Promise God I’ma come up, he forgive me for my sins, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

It’s lil' Soldier on the beat, c’mon

It’s lil' Soldier with that heat

(Down, brrt)