Lyrics Trial - Soulja Boy, Sean Kingston

Trial

My young nigga lost his trial, and he ain’t coming home
My young nigga be having conversations on the cellphone
That my nigga
That my nigga yeah
That my nigga yeah
Trappin all damb day, cause I gotta get payed
I been hustling since 4, made that money 4 ways
Gotta get it
Gotta get it
no no
Niggas ain’t
My dawgs don’t fold
And I’m by myself, but I gotta get it
I gotta get it
Switch up the flow
Niggas gon ride
All my niggas gon ride yeah
Your niggas ain’t bout it, your niggas don’t ride
All my niggas gon slide
We trap out the bando, we trap out the bando
Used to be broke, now
we move a piano
I remember like yesterday
Me and Soulja, 2007
Had them hits droppin like 7−11
I remember, niggas ain’t want it
Niggas ain’t talkin, niggas ain’t bout it
Yeah you flossing, nigga we got it
SOD turn up
We riding them foreigns yeah
I been stacking that paper, I been high all night
Jumpin pour up the purp
Gonna get murked
niggas gon try
Niggas ain’t with it, you niggas gon die
Smoking that strong yeah
Hop out the Coope
Hop out the Coope
I got the juice fasho
Look at the Rollie, and look at the Cuban
All of my diamonds so froze
I hop on the PJ, then I go do a show
50 K on the low
ApP watch it glo
Get to the cash
Get to the bands
Running it up
All of this cash
All of these bands
You know we gon stunt
Hop out the truck
Girls on us
Xan with the Lean
I switched your girl to Silene
Two kings
Hoppin out, Versace, everything on me clean
Everyday gon be new
Two cups full of juice
I just hopped out the Coope
Bentley truck hop out too
And we riding in foreigns
All this money is coming
All this money is pouring
Flying, I’m soring