Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soulja Rag, artist - Summrs. Date of issue: 26.06.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soulja Rag |
| 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 |