Wokkywtw - Soldiers (feat. Scar, s3cret & findme) Lyrics

You don't want to pick up your mans, don't talk all that shit
You say that you banging now that the shit getting real
Oh now, you just want to quit
I got me some shooters and they gon' commit

I'm really the alpha, I told them to sit
That nigga was hot on the gram
Your girl on my phone, she want me to hit
I told her lil' bitch in a bit

Got this glock and the came with akit
We spin on this block, now it's lit
Her shit good, I gotta admit
My niggas gon' slide with them sticks

We gon' get em, we kill em, that's it
She coppin' my sling
He broke, she can't slide with the gang
What a bitch he hiding his chain
I'm not in your range
Im blood thirsty got me some fangs
They be switching
They changing them lanes
Smoking reggie, you can tell by the smell

And that last nigga tried to get me
Yeah, he really tried, but he failed
Mortal Kombat, finna finish him
But he got saved by the bell

Got, a bitch, and she going to yale
He beefing with me, but he broke
He not really gonna excel
Got a chopper, it's coming for hell

He don't really got his own style
He coppin' for me, he follow the trail
He said he gonna get me
He not realizing he killing himself

We heard he lame, we can tell
And I'm dropping that bandwagon, that's what I'm on sale
And my young nigga got smoke with cartel
We walk in the trap, and lil bih thats our smell
If we hop in that scat, then you know we gon' bail

Them niggas be telling me what happened to Zullu
And they thinking my grandma do voodoo
I wanted some gas, so I hit up Juju
Got a Glock in that trap, and I think it's for Sumo

If you out with that trap, got a Glock with that scope
But you know that four-five-head is stolen
And my nigga, the motion, he said he want more
And your girl sucking dick yea I tell her go slow
1 5 on the E way tell em go faster
Like wes bitch I keep a blaster

I got a stick on me, bitch, I keep me a blaster
She talking bout what's that shit on the front
Lil' bitch, I'm in a disaster
They pray on my downfall like a bitch, yeah, they pray like a pastor

She bad, yeah, I might smash
Shoot my shot that bitch a dagger
I only f*ck with bad bitches I cant f*ck with crackers
Im not from NYC lil bitch but hell nah we dont jack ya
You wanna get to my level bitch you gotta use a ladder
I drop some money in the club but that lil shit dont matter

Huh, huh, Told that boy no he cant stop after me
223 get to the club, it's the best thing
They try to run, hit him with the ecstasy

Up in the club who the f*ck is checking me
And I carry them bullets, it looks like some line to me
Huh,
Im the real vamp what they hell they talm bout
Speaking on scar
Boom, cause tell f*ck niggas learn how to chill out
Swampy on go
Lil buddy gon' kill a f*ck nigga on four
Lil buddy gon' f*ck your bitch, I'm on the floor
Huh, we speak to the block and I'm laying them shots out
Dont give a f*ck imma smack a f*ck nigga if he muhf*ckin cop out