Luh Soldier - 28 bars lyrics

Know what I’m sayin’, Soldier Life, you hear me Free my n***a Soldier Never forget loyalty and that’s on gang On my mama n***a we with that s**t 2018 our motherf**in’ year, you know what I’m sayin’ I’m comin’ harder than motherf**in’ ever Soldier Life, get with it or get left, again Finessing the city with Wodey and BG, we turning s**t up like a TV I hit that lil b***h from the back and the side, once I hit from the front that’s a threepeat I just hit that lil b***h with no rubber, I’ll nut on her covers and tell her it’s over As soon as I’m back in her city she callin’ my phone, tryna f**k on the sofa Remember when s**t had got ugly, I ran up some money and handled the pressure I wish I could be with Big Sosa, just give me a pen, I’ma send him a letter You said you need what? we gon’ handle that s**t so I told him to make a deposit I pray for these n***as that’s plottin’ on me ’cause I sleep with the fire in the closet Dawg I’m smoking one hell of a blunt with a beautiful b***h on a beautiful day Every time that I step in the ‘yo I’ma cook tat s**t up, have ’em callin’ me Quay These n***as be cappin’ ’bout this and that, it ain’t no pressure, I’m keeping my cool I just walked in this b***h with a pistol on me but I treat that b***h more like a tool I know that I’m next in my city but I cannot fold, I’m nothing like a taco That b***h wanna f**k with my team so I nut on her bu*t and pa** her to my vato He preaching that G s**t When I see him I’m at him, just know that I’m clapping When I see him it’s over, I’ma pull out the stick like I’m looking for wabbits I’m f*****g this b***h in the back of the trap house, I ate the p***y, made her tap out Don’t pa** me that s**t, this gelato, I’m f*****g a freak in the back of a Tahoe Lil b***h he workin’ with the sack and he off in trap, he sleepin’ with a bundle I’m tryna f**k her and her friend from the back, while I’m pullin’, thinkin’ ’bout Rapunzel I just been f*****g these b**hes, smoking exquisite, keeping my composure I just been chasing my profit, tryna keep the lean consistent with the soda In Birmingham, s**t can get wicked This s**t really come with a ticket It’s either you trap or you hustle lil n***a You better get up and go get it It’s ’bout twenty-eight bars in the slushy You know I ain’t stupid, you know I’m just cappin’ I really just needed a hook dog I felt like a picture that needed a caption Tell your partner quit the capping’ These n***as really be some actors I’m tryna take off with this rapping If a n***a catch me, b***h I’m with the trappersss.