Tony Hawk - Soulja Boy

King Soulja 3

Turn up man

Jarre auto

Rich Gang, we goin on

(The hell is you doin'?)

Stunna

Aye

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

360 hurricane, whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

360 Tony Hawk, whip my wrist

Soulja

Whip my wrist (900)

Whip my wrist (900)

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Tony Hawk, whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

720, whip my wrist (Goddamn)

Whip my wrist

Whip my wrist

Hurricane, whip my wrist

Soulja

I’m standing on the yacht, smokin' by the dock (Dre)

Got a couple thots, that think I’m hot (ewww)

These rappers think they hot, they really not

Maserati coupe, then I drop the top

I’m two hundred bands, foreign off the lot

I’m IHOP syrup, pouring up my guap

I’m fiending Ferragamo, each and every time

I’m hopin' out the cut, with shooters that make you blind

I got a foreign whip and a Maybach that’s behind it

I gotta engine in the trunk and it go fire (and it go fire)

I’m lil dre, I’m big Soulja, I’m panamera

I’m west side, zone 1, red bandana

I’m on the private jet, I finesse

I just count the check, I ain’t need it

Shoes on Soulja boy wet, you know I’m bleedin'

Pull up on a block, AKA a' heatin'

Chopper, it’s goin' find, and make ya blind

If, if she in my whip, you know she a dime

I like to get the chicken’s whipped, that’s all the time

He said he need thirty bricks, and I’m like, 'fine'

Rat-tat-tat with a

Tony Montana, run through Atlanta

Nigga talking, Imma let him have it

Soulja Boy, told him, and I’m packin' a rat

Rich gang, that’s up on my chain

The diamonds are fire flame

360 to 900, Tony Hawk, a hurricane