Pyroman - Trap Boy Soulja lyrics

[Hook] Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja I got what you need, flip, bakin' soda Mixin' what you need, lean, [?] Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja Trap boy Soulja, trap boy Soulja I got what you need, lean, bakin' soda Mixin' what you need, lean molly cough [Verse 1] I got what you need, trap boy Soulja In that white c**aine Benz like its baking soda I've been flipping bricks, got it 'cross the border And that f**ing swag bag coming 'cross the border In a f**ing white van, tell 'em place the order M16 hollow tips hit his shoulder He thought I was playing, unloaded hella clips Rich gang, half the bank, baking soda wrist Hot yellow b**h, and she s**ing dick How wait thats me with like fifty bricks Backseat playing, like siccisy please sit in the seats Shoutout to my squad and to my n***as doing hits [Hook] [Verse 2] Damn I'm paranoid I think them n***as tapped my phone I had packs, touched down and everything was gone In the nets f**in' daily in my styrofoam Swag bag Margielas on my f**ing foot And the next day a shoot out with the f**in' 4 So I had to drop my top and I was gone All that mothaf**in' cheddar I had like sixty on Had to shut the packs cause they had to pull me over I was on cut flexing with like 38 And I hop up in that hooptie all them n***as fake In the next f**ing day I catch up with louise state They say damn soulja you done did your squad feet In the next day my flex was on the f**ing screen Swag bag and they both had them for 16 Had 33 keys in a f**ing jeep I had pistol stacked, under my f**ing seat Trap boy soulja, boom caught it colder I had gun stashed up in every sofa And them n***as say damn trey you done took it over I been whipping this and this, since like 4 older [hook]