Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gratata, artist - Soulja Boy. Date of issue: 22.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gratata |
| 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, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (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, bitch, ain’t shit 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 niggas comin', boy, they droppin' ya (They droppin' ya) |
| 50,000 on my chain, whip it like tilapia (Oh) |
| I be in that 'Rari, ain’t no stoppin' us (No stoppin' us) |
| Fuck the police, they ain’t shit, they ain’t cops to us |
| SOD the gang, and you know we up (Know we up) |
| Bitch, look at my chain and my ring, ya sick? |
| Ya throwin' up (Ya throwin' up) |
| Nigga, know my game, what I’m throwin' up (Throwin' up) |
| Fuckin' 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, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (Gang) |
| 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, bitch, ain’t shit 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, bitch, ya know wassup (Gang) |
| A 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 (Uh) |
| I pull up on yo' block and ya know I bust (Ya know I bust) |
| Forgiato sittin' underneath my brand new Bentley truck (My Bentley truck) |
| Pull up to the trap (Skrr), and they like, «What the fuck?» |
| (Skrr, skrr) |
| Fuck 12, fuck 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, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (SOD, bitch) |
| 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, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin' us |
| PJ Beats |
| DP on the beat |