LitoAintShit - Soldier Lyrics

I told em, then I showed em
I made a come up with my bro's and
Now all of the closed doors open
Go to war like we the trojans
I told you we some soldiers
Bitch you know that we some soldiers
I told em, then I showed em
I made a come up with my bro's and
Now all of the closed doors open
Go to war like we the trojans
I told you we some soldiers
Bitch you know that we some soldiers
Surrounded round them steppers
They gon step if it get hectic
You be talking out yo neck
You getting reckless
Ima check ya
Drop a check
All on yo head
Send a message
Kill the messenger
Send em up to heaven
Full of Led
Like he zeppelin
Hit the gas to calm my nerves cause if I don't then ima stretch him
That bitch you love a bird she wanna f*ck and I'ma let her
Hit the bottle so I'm swerving
Pounds inside the trunk I'm riding dirty
With two grams inside a blunt cause I ain't worried
If you try me it's a murder
Cause riding with the burner
I don't need security
Bitch I just need an attorney
All these niggas switching sides
Ima flip em like a Jersey
Niggas think I'm lying
Until they see that shit in person
My bitch be in the kitchen like I'm Curry
If she want a Berkin I ain't tripping I ain't worried
Suck my dick like she want jewelry
Lick the tip and then I'm splurging
Sip a 5th of hen vision blurry
But I still can aim the 30
I told em, then I showed em
I made a come up with my bro's and
Now all of the closed doors open
Go to war like we the trojans
I told you we some soldiers
Bitch you know that we some soldiers
I told em, then I showed em
I made a come up with my bro's and
Now all of the closed doors open
Go to war like we the trojans
I told you we some soldiers
Bitch you know that we some soldiers
Like a pistol bitch I'm loaded
Living in the moment
If you slither don't approach us
Like a picture you just posing
You get hit without a notice
Your bitch'll think you ghosted
Ask me why I did I it
I be getting triggered seeing broke shit
Living like a rockstar
Say my name you getting knocked off
Off glass how I shot call
March madness with the bracket
Bitch I had the handle since hot sauce
Niggas getting dropped off
I love my dawg but think them jiggas gave him lockjaw
Life be stressing me
That pressure be building
High as sky scrapers
I'm chilling in presidential suites
Count paper
You tripping then you can rest in peace
Now my cup be always full
And I'm stuffing all my woods
And it's f*ck the other side, bitch let's get that understood
Niggas ducking and they dodging
But they f*cked like they minajing
Think they tough but they imposters
I'm feeling like I'm suge
I told em, then I showed em
I made a come up with my bro's and
Now all of the closed doors open
Go to war like we the trojans
I told you we some soldiers
Bitch you know that we some soldiers