Soulja Boy - Pineapple Fanta lyrics

Yuh, Stacks on Deck Money Gang
It's Soulja Boy nigga, the Movie (Uh)
SOD Aye

Run up on me flip a
Pussy nigga like a channel
Got my niggas in the cut
And they got them hammers
Niggas talking shit pussy nigga
I'mma blam em' got them birds and they
Touchdown in Pineapple Fanta
Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta
I'm with the gang you can't
Hang you ain't pourin Fanta's
Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta
I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta


Pouring lean with the gang
You ain't gang you can't hang
Run up on me let it bang
I swear you niggas lame
Broke boy won't snatch a chain
Boy you gon' get your ass slayed
Run up on me hit with the K
King Soulja Big Dre
Riding around in that Rari thang
Nigga want to take his chain
Niggas talking all that shit
Nigga let that choppa bang
30 thousand on my ring
50 thousand for my chain
I pull up with the gang
We know we make it rain
All them bitches they on gang
Niggas talking they so lame
Nigga's be broke as the fuck
Man i swear them niggas lame
Young Soulja hard in the paint
They Soulja this then that
Pull up on the fucking block and
I'm in the brand new Jag
Drop the top up on the Lam 200 for?
50 thousand for my ring, 30 for my?
Lotta choppas in this bitch shooting
At the fucking niggas
Talking all that fucking shit
SOD my niggas killa (Uh)
Pull up on your block like Blaow
Pussy boy trying jack my style
Rolly sitting on my wrist and
You know that's 50 thou'
In the kitchen whipping now
I gotta make all my loud
Man i'm smoking all this loud
Oh my god my city proud


Run up on me flip a
Pussy nigga like a channel
Got my niggas in the cut
And they got them hammers
Niggas talking shit pussy nigga
I'mma blam em' got them birds and they
Touchdown in Pineapple Fanta
Pineapple Fanta, Pineapple Fanta
I'm with the gang you can't
Hang you ain't pourin Fanta's
Pineapple Fanta, pouring up Pineapple Fanta
I'm pouring lean in Pineapple Fanta

Bitch i'm with the gang
Bitch you know we do our thang
Niggas talking like they want smoke
Man them niggas lame
Pull up choppas and AR and
We spraying at their car
All them niggas? fuck
Boy you know you broke as hell
See the? I eyed your 12
Niggas snitching on the cop now
They talking bout their bail
Now they talking bout they bond
Soulja do that for fun
I got hundreds talk no ones 100 round drum
30 tucked under my seat
Swear to god we pay heat
Pull up on your block and it's kapeesh
From Zone 1 to Zone 3
All them niggas know about me
I'm SOD and PTE boy we put you 6 feet deep
Boy we put your ass to sleep


Yeah man you know how the
Fuck nigga rocking man sOD shit man
Stacks on Deck Money Gang man
Pouring up drank man naw for real man
Ya'll know what the fuck going on man (Aye)