Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Heard? , by - Soulja Boy. Release date: 08.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What You Heard? |
| I’m with some shooters, trap 'cross the country |
| Eight headshots out this M-16, lil' nigga, don’t play with my money |
| Got some roguish-ass soldiers with me ready to come and knock you down for |
| nothin' |
| That nigga cryin' on the internet like he done smelt an onion |
| That nigga talkin' like my empire don’t be passin' 'cross the country |
| In that GTA, but I’m most wanted |
| I up my Glock and hit my target |
| I hit the stage and bitches swarmin' |
| It was Louis, I’m performing |
| Young nigga gon' hit with no warning |
| Tell Johnny ice my charm |
| I’m on fire, ring the alarm |
| I done bust down my whole arm |
| I need a hundred K to perform |
| We gon' shoot without no warrant |
| Bustdown VVs on my wrist, it came in with no CZ |
| My face on TV, make it look so easy, rap niggas wan' be me, yeah |
| Rap niggas can’t see me |
| I blowed up like C4, but I ain’t no CB4 just like Gusto |
| These niggas cap, they custo |
| Chopper make a drumroll |
| I came 'cross the country, Louis bags and lot of money |
| This chopper gon' get an opp up out me |
| It’s VVs in my teeth, nigga, while I’m talkin' |
| Don’t make me shoot this 40 |
| I’m countin' money while I’m recording |
| It’s Money Gang, I cash out foreigns |
| These rap niggas' life really boring |
| Up ten million just off of touring |
| Up twenty million off «Rick &Morty» |
| I’m thirty million my net worth |
| I shoot just like Pippen, Jordan |
| These rap niggas gettin' extorted |
| My garage is full of foreigns |
| Lamborghini auto, Grand Theft Auto, new Gelato |
| Bitches, they gon' follow, and you know they swallow |
| Ball hard 'til tomorrow, Louis V, no Aeropostale |
| Big Draco, I’m the author |
| Ball just like Vince Carter |
| Swim just like six-feet-deep water |
| Twenty-five bricks, that’s a new quarter |
| Cook the dope up, the stove boiling |
| Lamborghini roadrunner |
| These cap-ass niggas don’t know nothin' |
| I was trappin' Actavis, no Robitussin |
| Ice froze cold, no oven |
| Young niggas blowed for nothin' |
| Whip a bird |
| Brand new Pirelli tire skrrt |
| Waffle House, nigga, we pour syrup |
| Who the fuck is him? I ain’t heard |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
| Bitch nigga, fuck what you heard |
| I’m in the trap sellin' birds |
| Opp-ass nigga, you absurd |
| I got pounds, I got Perc' |
| I put opps in the dirt |
| Big Balenci' B’s on my shirt |
| We hit opps where it hurt |
| Yeah, fuck what you heard |
| Fuck what you heard |
| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
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| Fuck what you heard, nigga |
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| Nigga, fuck what you heard |
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| Bitch nigga, what you heard (Nigga) |