Gun so big that I can't holster it
Put so much blend in my joint my nigga I does smolder it
When my life get rough and tough lil nigga I does soldier it
Call my choppa Bruce Lee Mr it man make you hold the kick
Knock on my door got me like who is this
Walk outside my house with bout two guns lil bitch I to equip
You could check my resume you know big Flizzy too legit
When I riding out on my opps I slide with bout two three sticks
Nigga I could be in Walmart shopping I still got my gun
Nigga see my face he hear a voice in his head it say run
You could catch me posted in the crest don't take the wrong turn
So much dead opps in my f*cking joint it make my chest burn
Nigga I ain't never scared you could have rrrtttrrtt
Nigga I ain't never scared you could have military guns
You could have a tank too
I ain't talking basketball but my choppa gone blank you
And I ain't talking bout your moms but this glizzy gone spank you
I shut down your block lil nigga and shut down the bank too
I swear your body pass due
Talking to my chop like girl your welcome baby thank you
I ain't hard to find lil nigga I on google maps too
You don't got to search on google chrome I got that Glock on me
It could be a peaceful show but if you play me it's a homi
Spin and hit the wrong opp but Flizzy Zop never say sorry
Smoking Za za this a dead man that grow out in cali
They done plot on me a million times but they will never prosper
I don't got to plot and plan I pull up turn your dawg to Casper
And how these rap niggas acting you will swear they win a Oscar
And I will never leave my house without the gun that shit a factor
Gun so big that I can't holster it
Put so much blend in my joint my nigga I does smolder it
When my life get rough and tough lil nigga I does soldier it
Call my choppa Bruce Lee Mr it man make you hold the kick
Knock on my door got me like who is this
Walk outside my house with bout two guns lil bitch I to equip
You could check my resume you know big Flizzy too legit
When I riding out on my opps I slide with bout two three sticks
UYG Flizop - Soldier It Lyrics
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Gun so big that I can't holster it
Put so much blend in my joint my nigga I does smolder it
When my life get rough and tough lil nigga I does soldier it
Call my choppa Bruce Lee Mr it man make you hold the kick
Knock on my door got me like who is this
Walk outside my house with bout two guns lil bitch I to equip
You could check my resume you know big Flizzy too legit
When I riding out on my opps I slide with bout two three sticks
Nigga I could be in Walmart shopping I still got my gun
Nigga see my face he hear a voice in his head it say run
You could catch me posted in the crest don't take the wrong turn
So much dead opps in my f*cking joint it make my chest burn
Nigga I ain't never scared you could have rrrtttrrtt
Nigga I ain't never scared you could have military guns
You could have a tank too
I ain't talking basketball but my choppa gone blank you
And I ain't talking bout your moms but this glizzy gone spank you
I shut down your block lil nigga and shut down the bank too
I swear your body pass due
Talking to my chop like girl your welcome baby thank you
I ain't hard to find lil nigga I on google maps too
You don't got to search on google chrome I got that Glock on me
It could be a peaceful show but if you play me it's a homi
Spin and hit the wrong opp but Flizzy Zop never say sorry
Smoking Za za this a dead man that grow out in cali
They done plot on me a million times but they will never prosper
I don't got to plot and plan I pull up turn your dawg to Casper
And how these rap niggas acting you will swear they win a Oscar
And I will never leave my house without the gun that shit a factor
Gun so big that I can't holster it
Put so much blend in my joint my nigga I does smolder it
When my life get rough and tough lil nigga I does soldier it
Call my choppa Bruce Lee Mr it man make you hold the kick
Knock on my door got me like who is this
Walk outside my house with bout two guns lil bitch I to equip
You could check my resume you know big Flizzy too legit
When I riding out on my opps I slide with bout two three sticks
Put so much blend in my joint my nigga I does smolder it
When my life get rough and tough lil nigga I does soldier it
Call my choppa Bruce Lee Mr it man make you hold the kick
Knock on my door got me like who is this
Walk outside my house with bout two guns lil bitch I to equip
You could check my resume you know big Flizzy too legit
When I riding out on my opps I slide with bout two three sticks
Nigga I could be in Walmart shopping I still got my gun
Nigga see my face he hear a voice in his head it say run
You could catch me posted in the crest don't take the wrong turn
So much dead opps in my f*cking joint it make my chest burn
Nigga I ain't never scared you could have rrrtttrrtt
Nigga I ain't never scared you could have military guns
You could have a tank too
I ain't talking basketball but my choppa gone blank you
And I ain't talking bout your moms but this glizzy gone spank you
I shut down your block lil nigga and shut down the bank too
I swear your body pass due
Talking to my chop like girl your welcome baby thank you
I ain't hard to find lil nigga I on google maps too
You don't got to search on google chrome I got that Glock on me
It could be a peaceful show but if you play me it's a homi
Spin and hit the wrong opp but Flizzy Zop never say sorry
Smoking Za za this a dead man that grow out in cali
They done plot on me a million times but they will never prosper
I don't got to plot and plan I pull up turn your dawg to Casper
And how these rap niggas acting you will swear they win a Oscar
And I will never leave my house without the gun that shit a factor
Gun so big that I can't holster it
Put so much blend in my joint my nigga I does smolder it
When my life get rough and tough lil nigga I does soldier it
Call my choppa Bruce Lee Mr it man make you hold the kick
Knock on my door got me like who is this
Walk outside my house with bout two guns lil bitch I to equip
You could check my resume you know big Flizzy too legit
When I riding out on my opps I slide with bout two three sticks
Writer: Jeremy Adames
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