Soulja Boy - Figured It Out lyrics

Yeah

I got them shooters, gon' step for me
Internet name
Shooters be sent to the left for me
I got them shooters, gon step
Stand in the kitchen
I'm whipping that dope in the syrup
Got the hamburger
Hop out the coupe with them choppas
The finger on trigger, they itchin'
I'm catching them bodies myself
I done ran up some M's
I ain't even know about the
New Balenciaga, I'm poppin' my collar
This lil' nigga watchin' on step
Young Draco, I don't take
Off on thеse niggas, i find
Takin' your breath, my nigga, they find
Thеse niggas so broke, I be wantin' to cry
I hop out the coupe, you know that I'm fly
You diss out my gang, some shots at yo' eye
Whip up my chain on a nigga
I hit with that five
Nigga be stupid, they fuckin', I know why?
I ain't frontin' no bih, then I go figure out
Take me a trip, I whip it out
Take off to another level
Bitch ain't go with it, stick
In his nigga eye, whip him out
Doot doot doot doot with 762 when
I hit with that five
Double cup, pour a Promethazine
Sippin' on lean i got money on me right now
I whilling on the state, they goin' crazy
My whip and my bae
Back in the trap, I would drive a Mercedes
These VVS diamonds my teeth and
You know they ain't braces
I put that money in brand new Piguets
It's tight no like shoelace
Gettin' the on the freeway
And murder got name, don't play with my gang
(Nah nah nah) i done figured it out, I did
Everything that I did, it was for me
They can't fuck with the kid and
I slide on these niggas
I ran up some M's, I chill with my nigga
I done figured it out
I got sticks in account (I did)
We ain't never seen drought (No)
We ain't never, ever, ever seen (No, no)
I rock out with Metro
I really don't need no bih
I can rock out after
Waitin' on go and like, we Roc-A-Fella
Hop out the helicopter, new propeller
My in the middle
Them niggas switchin' up colors like Skittles
No pickle ran up some mil'
You niggas be broke, that be lame
I hop in that 'Rari, I'm switchin' up lanes
That's a new 488
Fuck a bustdown, I won't get in this plane
I want a new Plain Jane
Thirty-five thousand for the Cartier
Hop out the plane, jump on the plane
Hop on the stage, jump out the stage
Take out the opps, tell 'em, no Mary Jane
Designer my glasses, I can't have a plain
Double cup Wock' and you sippin' champagne
Do Balmain, do our thang with Johnny Dang
Feel like 50 Cent, this been the chain
Feel like Cameron, pink Rover Range
Count up all my money
Now they actin' strange
Now they actin' strange

Stranger things (Stranger things)
I been feelin' low, we fall in thangs
(Woah woah) i done came up on some change
(I done came up on some change)
Now everybody actin' strange