Boy

I'm out here with my soldiers, boy
We make 'em crank dat Soulja Boy
Them pistols clap like 'Nolia, boy
You ain't with the shit's, I told you, boy
Send 'em ho's ho's ho's, wassup and fold you
Boy
People they be hating, don't even know you
Boy
I know I don't peep, but I don't owe you, boy
SIt down and learn how to be loyal, boy

Bitch, I been hustlin'