Soldier (Full Session Edit)

[Intro] Haha (Haha) Ohhh, It's one of those Ohhh, it's really one of those, (ohhh) Ayy, bad bitch come my way, hey Fuck her every day, (ohhh) Run up on me, you die, (huh) Hand on my forty-five, bitch I been poppin' Xans, (huh) I been feelin' lifeless Lookin' at my main—ooh, that's my side bitch Ride it like a motorbike, text her like a side-kick, hey Choppa on me, got a side-kick, (huh) [Verse 1] I just made love with my side bitch, (huh) Shawty did a molly and she like it, (huh) She gon' ride me on a dirt bike shit, (ayy) Hey, don't wanna fuck, the bitch can skate Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Woke up the morning, I got some more money today L-M-A-O these niggas lookin' funny today, (huh) You keep it ten, well, I keep it a hundred today, (huh) Got a hundred-round drum hangin' out the Hummer today, (huh) I just wanna get paid, I just wanna get laid, (huh) Ayy, they just wanna play games, we can play But I better come in first place [Pre-Chorus] Oh, oh, try me if you want, lil' nigga Oh, oh, forty on me, my gun look bigger [Chorus] Hard work, hard work, hard work, uh, hard work I got green like I'm doing yard work Trap house make the whole world twerk Shawty mean yeah, she a real jerk It's gon' take some hard work, hard work Get the green like I'm doing yard work All you take is L's, you're a fucking loser, (huh) You should try harder [Verse 2] Hard work, I'm working hard I throw a band, yeah, she twerking hard We finna jump ya, we stomp the yard I got a Desert Eagle to tear you apart Grave shift, grave shift I'm a killer, got killers in training Hit the strip, you know I got it raining Heavy metal, you know I got stainless Shoot you in your brain, it's painless, (uh) Mama mad, she see all these pictures I be painting I'm tryna get a mansion mama, no complaining [Chorus] It's gon' take some hard work, hard work I got green like I'm doing yard work With the trap, make the whole world twerk, yeah She a mean one, a real jerk It's gon' take some hard work, hard work I got green like I'm doing yard work Shawty mean, she a real, real jerk Hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 3] I've been working hard since Monday I've been getting high since Sunday Will I get rich here one day? Run up on me, that's gunplay I need that cash, Beyoncé I need that ass, Beyoncé Run up on me, I'm shooting, (huh) My hand on my Ruger, (huh) I cannot fuck with a loser, (huh) I take a shit on a loser, (huh) Look at your bitch, she a chooser My clippers look like a ruler Niggas, they beef on computer I'd do the same shit if I was you But I'm never you [Verse 4] Drop top, pull up on avenue Fucking on your thot, that's what I do Fuck her one time, then I pass the bitch back to the crew Oh, oh, ayy Oh, it's weed? There's weed in the air? Haha Hold on—hey [Hook] Hard work, hard work She be playing hard, now my heart hurt You be taking L's, you's a loser Niggas still beefing on computers, acting like it's hard work Ayy, hard work I've been working hard till my heart hurt She been playing hard, now my heart hurt Ayy, but it could be worse, hard work [Bridge] Got too high on a Monday Run up on me, it's gunplay You know I'm hot like the sun-ayy You know I'm hot like the sun-ayy You ain't really getting no money You ain't really getting no money I know I got hard, you can't take that from me All of my niggas on dummy All of my niggas on dummy You know I got hard, you can't take it from me All of my niggas on dummy [Verse 5] In the cut, zooted up Pop a Xan yeah, booted up, hey, oh Heart hurt, heart hurt She be playing hard, now my heart hurt Say she love me hard, love her harder I've been taking drugs till my heart hurt Yeah, she make my heart hurt, heart hurt Maybe I should play it smarter Taking xans till my heart hurt She told me that she loved me first Now my heart hurt, she broke my heart Perc and Xans, tryna tear myself apart Off them Xans, I don't even know where I am Ballin' out like Vince Carter yet again [Verse 6] I've been ballin' harder, harder Uh, Maybe I should play it smarter Uh, Money, drugs, hoes, in that order Uh, I'm losing my order, hey Where yalll finna go? Hard work Gas station finna get some L? Ayy Ayy Ayy Hard work Haha [Verse 7] She right on my right Ayy, bad bitch in my right I make it in sight You run, you can't hide Every day I get high Pull up on a nigga, drive by, (huh) Whole team eat, Five Guys, (huh) Shoot a pussy nigga nine times, (huh) Only took a nigga one try, (huh) Run up on me, shit fly, (huh) Run up on me, you die, (huh) Make your mama cry, leave a nigga traumatized [Verse 8] Yeah, I do it, ayy, ayy Yeah, I do it Yeah, I do it Yeah, I do it Yeah, I do it Skrrt, uh I fuck your bitch and you know she gon' do it All on the curb All of my niggas, you know that they shoot it Oh, I'm waving on this bitch, haha Know that they shoot it Yeah, you know what we doin' Uh-hey, I'm making this music Hey, fucking your bitch 'cause it ain't nothing to it [Verse 9] Run up on me, I shoot you like a goofy She finna pop me like she pop a roofie, hey Clip on my hip, I may make me a movie, hey Uh, Bitch, I'm a rockstar, (huh) Shoot at a cop car, (huh) I got the Xan bars Baby, I'm on Mars, (huh) Only took two bars, (huh) Then I took two bars, (huh) I took it too far, (huh) [Hook 2] Ayy, She broke my heart She tear me apart But she know I'm going hard, hey She know I'm going hard, hey I told her play her part Do it from the start Stay out my way, hey All I could say, hey Took too many Xans, now my heart hurt Got a lot of fans, that's from hard work [Verse 10] They know I get that green just like yard work Huh, Yeah, I got a yard work Your nigga a loser I caught him beefing on computers If I was you, I wouldn't love him either Huh, Forty on me, hot, that's a fever Make his heart hurt, heart hurt That's what I offer That shit suicidal, (uhh, ohhh) [Hook 3] Heart hurt, heart hurt I've been taking Xans till my heart hurt Got a lot of fans, that's from hard work, hey That's from hard work, ayy [Verse 11] She broke my heart She know I'm going hard Broke my heart You know she left me scarred Torn apart, hey You know it wasn't that hard, hey She broke my heart She know I'm going hard She left me torn apart from the start, hey She know it wasn't that hard, hey [Chorus] Hard work, hard work I got green like I'm doing yard work Shorty mean, yeah, she a real jerk She got good brain, yeah, she a real nerd Hard work, hard work Crack pot make the whole trap twerk Run up on me, best believe you gettin' murked New hearse, clip look like a ruler School 'em like a schooler, maybe even a tutor They beef on computers, can't hang with these losers They a bunch of cloners Get my flow back, they a bunch of loners Forty on me, this not no boner [Verse 12] Heartbreak Popping Xans until my heart ache Blow your candles out, it's not my birthday I'm on the scene, Glock with a beam, AK, (ayy) Hold up, (ayy) I fuck that bitch, then I skate (huh), skate, (huh), skate Ain't talking money, the fuck out my way, (huh), way, (huh) She thought she was gonna break my heart today, (huh, ayy, huh) She know I be going so hard today, (huh, ayy) [Verse 13] Woke up in the morning, had to go and fix my plate, (huh) Fuck nigga hating on me So you know I had to go buy a new AK, (huh, ayy, hey) Keep three K like I'm Andre, (huh, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy) Don't got no problem with me, (huh) Niggas, they call the police, (huh) Niggas, they act like police, (huh) Get the fuck away from me, (huh) You ain't talking about the cash, don't got shit to say to me, (huh) [Verse 14] Run up on me, I'ma blast, I keep that .40 on me I'ma fuck a bad bitch all night We gon' make love 'til the sunshine Tony Hawk, bitch, I'm on my grind Ball on these hoes like prime time Pull up on the scene with a Glock Nine Know some niggas throwing up gang signs Surf on your bitch like hang time Nigga you ain't fly, you hang glide, (ayy, ayy) [Verse 15] Run up on a nigga, it's bang time, (ayy, huh, ayy) Got a new .40, put it on the lifeline, (ayy) I keep that .40 on me, yeah I just be smoking the gas, (huh) These niggas running on E, (hmm) I up that .40, these niggas be running from me They running from me, (huh, ayy) [Verse 16] I do not chase, I just hop in that Hummer and beat My heart hurt, heart hurt She be playing hard, now my heart hurt I been popping Xans tryna escape her She be handing L's, I'm a loser Yeah, she got my heart hurt, heart hurt Maybe I should love her harder Maybe I'll be thinking smarter She balling like Vince Carter Yeah she made my heart hurt [Verse 17] Her Gucci fresh to death, yeah Versace make her feel herself, yeah She don't need nobody else, yeah She took my heart and then she put it on her shelf, yeah Hell yeah, fucking right Best believe I be fucking every night Throw a band just to make her pussy right Run up with that chopper, know that you gon' die [Hook 4] Heart hurt Maybe I should love her harder Maybe I should play it smarter Heart hurt, heart hurt She been playing hard, now my heart hurt I been taking Xans 'til my heart hurt Maybe I should love her harder Heart hurt, heart hurt Girl playing hard, now my heart hurt She been taking Xans 'til her heart hurt Harder [Verse 18] (?), Pull up on him, we like, oh-oh Fucking that bitch, she like it Checking that shit like Nike Raf Simons on me too pricey, ooh, ooh Fucking your bitch, she like it, ooh, ooh Raf Simons on me too pricey Check her pussy, nigga like Nike She wanna fuck in my Nikes Told her I love her psyche Told her I love her psyche, ooh [Verse 19] I'm finna hop in the booth I fuck that bitch with a deuce I pour a four in a deuce, huh I pop a Xans and a few, huh I fuck your bitch in the room Animated cartoons, huh Sent a nigga carpool, huh Way back in high school, hey I may pull up in your driveway Run up on me, you gon' die, ayy My brother got forty-five, ayy Uh, I fuck that bitch for the night, huh I go to London to fly, huh Run up on me, then you die, hey [Bridge 2] We do it, do it, do it, do it Lost at sea in the lighthouse Who gon' shine when the light out? Pie whip it dirty, no Lysol Run up on me, you will die y'all I don't even need no rifle You fuck niggas suicidal [Verse 20] And everyone wanna die Until they end up fucking dying So you don't really know what life is I've been feeling lifeless Got my .40 on me, be prepared to die, bitch I've been getting higher, getting higher You don't got the torch how, so who is finna pass the fire? [Verse 21] I'm in the cut, zooted up Took a Xan, yeah, booted up Your money just like my heart, broke as fuck You know if she want the dick, I'm pulling up Zooted up, booted up You smell gas, you know it's us Do the dash, know it's us Run up, blast, you know what's up [Verse 22] I'm in the cut, listening to Indacut Let's get cutty, yeah I get money, yeah I'm on dummy, yeah Yeah I run it I'm gunning, balling like the OKC thunder Fuck that bitch, she ain't even have to see money You was just a wannabe dummy I keep that shit one hundred I know niggas that keep that shit three hundred, hey [Verse 23] Run up on me, you won't live to see another day I get so damn high that I can't see straight Hey, I'm zooted up, booted up McMillian and Bailey up in the cut Who is that? Don't worry about that I'm in the cut, I got a MAC, loaded up, loaded up When I sign that record deal, I'm blowin' up Look at my money, I count it, I count it I'm rich as fuck Wait, I'm not rich enough [Verse 24] What's my name? They call me Juice I make money, I make music, I make moves Fuck that bitch, I need some twins, they come in twos You want smoke, I pull up in your avenue Like, what's up? You in the cut Better move around 'fore we shoot it up Better move around 'fore we move ya .40 on me, clip look like a ruler, I'm gon' put it to ya I ain't never been a loser, I choose her [Verse 25] Zanny on zeck Zooted up, booted up With Mac Miller and that's Bailey in the cut Who am I? Who are ya? Huh, I done met a few of ya I'm zooted up, booted up Pop a Xan, now I'm not standin' up, huh I can't stand ya Dirty soda, codeine in my Fanta [Verse 26] Three hoes in my lap, I feel like Santa Run up on you with that .40 blammer Ain't no construction worker, I got hammers Niggas brokeee, MC Hammer! You a jokeee, you a scammer! Oh, and I can't stay up In the cut, I got my burner Make you dance, huh, Tina Turner, ayy [Verse 27] I'm zooted up, booted up Smell that gas, yeah, you know it's us We showin' out, we showin' up Sign that deal, in the Hills blowin' up I'm zooted up, booted up Smell that gas yeah, you know it's us We showin out, we showin' up Sign that deal, blowin up, zooted up Foreign bitch, she bad as fuck And you know she choosin', hey Winnin', winnin', I ain't never losin', hey [Verse 28] AK on me, yeah, I'm loaded up Then I show up, you get tore up From the floor up, ballin' on 'em I'mma hit a little floater, hey Check me up Gucci, Louis, Prada, fresh as fuck You know what's up Booted, zooted [Verse 29] Zooted up, booted up Pop a Xan, know that I'm not standin' up Got my yam, it's gon' blam, blam me up Huh, Dunkin' on 'em, I be jammin' up Zooted up, booted up That's your girl? She in the cut I'm showin' out, I'm showin' up Sign that deal, in the Hills blowin' up [Verse 30] Baby, I'm zooted, I'm never losin' Your bitch is choosin', look what she doin' I pop a Xan, I take a few, then I be cruisin' W, W, W, W, you just be losin' I'm on top, getting top, that's non-stop Watch me swerve, do donut, parking lot I don't drive, really, I just park a lot 'Member ridin' the bus, feel like Rosa Parks a lot, hey You not 'bout no action, all you do is talk a lot I need to sit down, I think that I walk a lot [Outro] Zooted up, booted up Showin' out, showin' up Pop a Xan, now I can't stand up I go ghost, feel like Danny Phantom Zooted up, booted up Pop a Xan, yeah, I can't stand up You know I got Bailey in the cut He be goin' crazy in the cut Like, pour me up, yeah, pour me up I had three shots, I need four of 'em I had four shots, need some more of 'em She like Dora 'cause I be explorin' her Zooted up, booted up Smell that gas, yeah, and you know it's us Showin' out, showin' up I feel like Osam 'cause I'm blowin' up Yeah