Soulja Rag - Summrs

You pop fake pills, who sold you that?

I ain’t getting no bread? Who told you that?

Doing my dance with my soulja rag, all my niggas got gang flags

We tryna get his whole gang whacked, I’m talking turn them boys to a pack

Fully loaded ARP and the Trackhawk got red seats

Fuck a nigga if it ain’t me, I’m stuck in the drugs way too deep

When I look you up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me, yeah

And that’s how it’s supposed to be

I was too gone off a tree, and ain’t nobody higher than me

She was too gone off the E and started touching all up on me

In the passenger seat clutching on my G-43

It wouldn’t be none of these niggas if it wasn’t for me

I was too high off the lean, feel like these drugs controlling me

Two-steppin' in my Soulja Rees and my chain cost a couple keys

I hop on these motherfucking beats and get to singing like Alicia Keys

If she ain’t let me beat cheeks, bitch better pass me my fucking keys

I’m pushing this motherfucking Jeep like I got somewhere to be

Like I got somewhere to be, went the fuck off on this beat and sipped on some

lean

Bitch, don’t get too close to me

Amiri my jeans, got no crease

I’m with lil' Kan up in his SRT, he just got this bitch tuned

I’m on Roxis, shoutout Tune

I miss being in the O with my nigga Goon

Know that I’ma blow soon

Tryna come back in my life, lil' bitch, well, you is doomed

I’ma give these niggas hell, waving my soulja rag all up in the air

Long hair, don’t care, if I’m sipping, it is coming off the top shelf

All dubs, no Ls, moving slow like a snail, it’s clean, you could smell

These pockets need a repair, my name ring a bell

Gang everywhere, play chess on my belt

LV everywhere, it is my smell

Anything I do with you, bitch, don’t take it to the 'Gram

Hahaha, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)

You pop fake pills, who sold you that? (Sold you that)

I ain’t getting no bread? Who told you that? (Told you that)

Doing my dance with my soulja rag (Soulja rag), all my niggas got gang flags

(Gang flags)

We tryna get his whole gang whacked (Gang whacked), I’m talking turn them boys

to a pack

Fully loaded ARP and the Trackhawk got red seats (Seats)

Fuck a nigga if it ain’t me, I’m stuck in the drugs way too deep (Deep)

When I look you up in your eyes, I see a reflection of me, yeah (Me)

And that’s how it’s supposed to be