Gratata - Soulja Boy

SOD the gang

DP on the beat

Yeah, man, you already know who it is, King Soulja (Bow)

PJ Beats

Stacks on Deck Money Gang

Ayy

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)

Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (Bow)

Money comin' in, it ain’t no stoppin' us (No stoppin' us)

SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (Gang)

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)

Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at

ya)

Pull up on yo' block and they droppin' ya (They droppin' ya, turn up)

SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin' us (Bow)

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Boom)

Shooters in the back and the front, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)

All my niggas comin', boy, they droppin' ya (They droppin' ya)

50,000 on my chain, whip it like tilapia (Oh)

I be in that 'Rari, ain’t no stoppin' us (No stoppin' us)

Fuck the police, they ain’t shit, they ain’t cops to us

SOD the gang, and you know we up (Know we up)

Bitch, look at my chain and my ring, ya sick?

Ya throwin' up (Ya throwin' up)

Nigga, know my game, what I’m throwin' up (Throwin' up)

Fuckin' with 100, I swear you get a uppercut

I be shootin' choppas, it ain’t none to us (Ain't none to us)

Pull up on yo' block and I bet I bust (Bow)

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)

Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at

ya)

Money comin' in, it ain’t no stoppin' us (Ain't no stoppin' us)

SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (Gang)

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Bow)

Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at

ya)

Pull up on yo' block and they droppin' ya (They droppin' ya)

SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin' us

Calling all my shooters and they pop at ya (They poppin' ya)

We pull up big guns and we chop you off (They chop you off)

SOD the gang, bitch, ya know wassup (Gang)

A 100 bricks wrapped in a Porsche truck (Bow)

My dad was a hustler (A hustler)

Standin' on the block, sellin' dope, it was none to us (Uh)

I pull up on yo' block and ya know I bust (Ya know I bust)

Forgiato sittin' underneath my brand new Bentley truck (My Bentley truck)

Pull up to the trap (Skrr), and they like, «What the fuck?»

(Skrr, skrr)

Fuck 12, fuck the police (Skrr), they ain’t none to us

SOD the gang, and my gun I trust (Trap,)

Pull up on yo' block and let it bust (Boom, boom)

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)

Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya

Money comin' in, it ain’t no stoppin' us (No stoppin' us)

SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (SOD, bitch)

Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Bow)

Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (Bow)

Pull up on yo' block and they droppin' ya (They droppin' ya)

SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin' us

PJ Beats

DP on the beat