CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Soulja Raggs
It’s another beat, baby
Basically call ‘em public housin’, see roaches crawlin’ and sh*t
In the ‘partments, I’m shootin’ dice, I’m tryna make me a ten
In the mornin’, it’s 10 o’clock, my mama makin’ me grit
I just pulled up and served my unc, mama, he drinkin’ again
Just meet me behind the ‘partments, and I can serve you a ten
Seen two n***as get pulled over, A.P.D checkin’ they vin
See, he was tryna floss his sh*t, that’s why I ain’t go get them rim
Marble floors in the condo, the couch got elephant skin
Candy lady on the front porch, she smokin’ on her a ‘Port
Crooked police, they just pulled in, and they took everybody dope
n***as still got on they ski mask, they just came back from a lick
I’m in Biscayne, I’m in the back, I’m tryna score me a brick
I just re-upped and bought sandwich bags, you can come get a zip
Auntie at the door, wanna wake up, keep beggin’ for a nick-
f**kin’ on them project b*t*hes sportin’ them micros and tights
Out the sunroof of the G-Wagon with no shirt, rockin’ ice
Smash your ass you think twice
Souljah rag on the right
Oh, it’s Street Money army
Got bombs and military device
Hundred-round sh*t with that light
In the projects, rockin’ ice
Hit that dog’s b*t*h with that pipe
Dirt bike poppin’ wheelies through light
Temp fade, got this b*t*h cut up nice
Hot Boy sh*t, creep through the night
AR-15 with that sight
Dog sniffin’ raw with that white
Bullets shoot out this b*t*h like a tank
Souljah rag tied, this for Bank-
Slowed up in this b*t*h off a pint
Five-star, salute me with rank
Basically call ‘em public housin’, see roaches crawlin’ and sh*t
In the ‘partments, I’m shootin’ dice, I’m tryna make me a ten
In the mornin’, it’s 10 o’clock, my mama makin’ me grit
I just pulled up and served my unc, mama, he drinkin’ again
Just meet me behind the ‘partments, and I can serve you a ten
Seen two n***as get pulled over, A.P.D checkin’ they vin
See, he was tryna floss his sh*t, that’s why I ain’t go get them rim
Marble floors in the condo, the couch got elephant skin
Candy lady on the front porch, she smokin’ on her a ‘Port
Crooked police, they just pulled in, and they took everybody dope
n***as still got on they ski mask, they just came back from a lick
I’m in Biscayne, I’m in the back, I’m tryna score me a brick
I just re-upped and bought sandwich bags, you can come get a zip
Auntie at the door, wanna wake up, keep beggin’ for a nick-
f**kin’ on them project b*t*hes sportin’ them micros and tights
Out the sunroof of the G-Wagon with no shirt, rockin’ ice
Smash your ass you think twice
Souljah rag on the right
Oh, it’s Street Money army
Got bombs and military device
Hundred-round sh*t with that light
In the projects, rockin’ ice
Hit that dog’s b*t*h with that pipe
Dirt bike poppin’ wheelies through light
Temp fade, got this b*t*h cut up nice
Hot Boy sh*t, creep through the night
AR-15 with that sight
Dog sniffin’ raw with that white
Bullets shoot out this b*t*h like a tank
Souljah rag tied, this for Bank-
Slowed up in this b*t*h off a pint
Five-star, salute me with rank
