Soulja boy Tell ’em – Gratata

Soulja boy Tell ’em – Gratata Lyrics

Artist: Soulja boy Tell ’em
Song: Gratata

[intro]
Sod the gang
Dp on the beat
Yeah, man, you already know who it is, king soulja (bow)

Pj beats
Stacks on deck money gang
Ayy
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (gratata)

Call up my shooters, they come through
And yeah, they pop at ya (bow)
Money comin’ in, it ain’t no stoppin’ us (no stoppin’ us)
Sod the gang, b-tch, you know we there

We gwoppin’ pain (gang)
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through
And yeah, they pop at ya (they pop at ya)

Pull up on yo’ block and they droppin’ ya (they droppin’ ya, turn up)
Sod the gang, b-tch, ain’t sh#t stoppin’ us (bow)
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (boom)
Shooters in the back and the front

And yeah, they pop at ya (they pop at ya)
All my n#gg#s comin’, boy, they droppin’ ya (they droppin’ ya)
50,000 on my chain, whip it like telapia (oh)
I be in that ‘rari, ain’t no stoppin’ us (no stoppin’ us)

f#ck the police, they ain’t sh#t
They ain’t cops to us
Sod the gang, and you know we up (know we up)
B-tch, look at my chain and my ring

Ya sick? ya throwin’ up (ya throwin’ up)
n#gg#, know my game, what i’m throwin’ up (throwin’ up)
f#ckin’ with 100, i swear you get a uppercut
I be shootin’ choppas, it ain’t none to us (ain’t none to us)

Pull up on yo’ block and i bet i bust (bow)
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through
And yeah, they pop at ya (they pop at ya)

Money comin’ in, it ain’t no stoppin’ us (ain’t no stoppin’ us)
Sod the gang, b-tch, you know we there (gang)
We gwoppin’ pain
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (bow)

Call up my shooters, they come through
And yeah, they pop at ya (they pop at ya)
Pull up on yo’ block and they droppin’ ya (they droppin’ ya)
Sod the gang, b-tch, ain’t sh#t stoppin’ us

Calling all my shooters and they pop at ya (they poppin’ ya)
We pull up big guns and we chop you off (they chop you off)
Sod the gang, b-tch, ya know w-ssup (gang)
100 bricks wrapped in a porsche truck (bow)

My dad was a hustler (a hustler)
Standin’ on the block, sellin’ dope
It was none to us
I pull up on yo’ block and ya know i bust (ya know i bust)

Forgiatto sittin’ underneath my brand new bentley truck
Pull up to the trap (skrr), and they like, “what the f#ck?” (skrr, skrr)
f#ck 12, f#ck the police (skrr), they ain’t none to us
Sod the gang, and my gun i trust (trap, [?])

Pull up on yo’ block and let it bust (boom, boom)
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through
And yeah, they pop at ya

Money comin’ in, it ain’t no stoppin’ us (no stoppin’ us)
Sod the gang, b-tch, you know we there
We gwoppin’ pain
Pull up on yo’ block, gratata (bow)

Call up my shooters, they come through
And yeah, they pop at ya (bow)
Pull up on yo’ block and they droppin’ ya (they droppin’ ya)
Sod the gang, b-tch, ain’t sh#t stoppin’ us

Pj beats
Dp on the beat
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From the album:
Plug Talk [Explicit]
Release Year: 2015