Soulja Boy, tell 'em

Someone said they left together
I ran out the door to get her
She was holding hands with Trevor
Not the greatest feeling ever

See it's them ghetto pop rappers
I spit four bars and it instantly turns to a classic
We got every race but still looking for someone Spanish
City-wide Brooklyn to London, shoutout the mandem
Every song is an anthem

Yeah, okay okay
Psychedelic rock
We gon' make it pop, we gon' make a groove (okay)
Jackson Larry David Cisco my JB Smoove
Curb on 'em, I'm moonwalking
In LES off the henny cola
Shawty bad up in Spanish Harlem
I'm kissing her through the Motorola

Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you
Tonight, but I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you
Tonight, but I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue

Tellin me she a country girl
Ay shit baby, I'll two step
It's raining up in the city baby
I don't like getting my Timbs wet
Swear I feel like Soulja Boy, swear I did that shit first
My shot wet, yeah I let it fly
Drag you like a cigarette

Soulja Boy, tell 'em
Ridin' with my fellas
Yeah the game Pitch Perfect
you just might call us The Bellas
Call me draymond writing hits in the poole
Making big waves with the game what we do

Someone said they left together
I ran out the door to get her
She was holding hands with Trevor
Not the greatest feeling ever