Yvng Juicy - SOLIDERS Lyrics

I'm with them soldiers
Big tank, big tooly, big cannons, nigga put your hands up
Big steppas, big shottas, straight demons, you know this our anthem
Big plans, big business, big spenders, walkin' with the bands up
No one left behind, spin another time to come
And pick your mans up
Damn droppin' opp niggas left and right
You should run away my best advice
I don't never sleep and it's the night
Shopping spree it's all on me f*ck poverty
My pockets deep and I can piss the price
I can get you wrong and I can get you
Right
No eatin' off my plate yo life to get a bite damn
F*ck a opp niggas bitch then I'm finna drop her like f*ck the chivalry
Blow a pussy nigga into smithereens
Imma end your life by any f*ckin' means
Shorty tryna f*ck and suck the Jimmy Dean
Dirty money how the f*ck I'm really clean
I'm like MJ, but I f*ck the Billie Jean
Bloodied up my brand new Amiri jeans damn
I put a four in the Fanta yeah
I got a scope in the center yeah
He scared to show that bandana, they already know how we handle him
We too on fire we candle him
Shorty in love with my pendulum
You got a problem with Brodie?
I told you call me, I'll handle him
Yeah I'm with them soldiers,
Big tank, big tooly, big cannon, nigga put your hands up
Big steppers, big shottas, straight demons, you know this our anthem
Big plans, big business, big spenders, walkin' with the bands up
No one left behind, spin another time and come and pick your mans up