Soulja Lyrics – Fredo Bang, TEC

Read the full Soulja lyrics by Fredo Bang and TEC along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fredo Bang’s music, you can also explore Chopstick and Overthinking, two other songs by Fredo Bang.

[Intro: Fredo Bang & TEC]
Mm, mm, mm
Uh, uh, uh, uh, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm (Feel like, “Fu*k all them n!ggas”)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Yee)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Fah, fah, I say, “Ah, ah, ah”)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (I say, “Ah, ah, ah”)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, that’s me creeping in that rental, what that beef ’bout?
I look like a peeping Tom, I got this d!ck out
B!tch, who got me bent? No five-percent, we knock your tint out
T-shirt sticking to his wound, he up in pain, pulling lint out
I’ll make a n!gga take that long ride, the one that you don’t get out
You must have lost your whole mind, we the ones that kill the killers
You send a diss, I send a casket, looked on news, that shot was nasty
I heard your dog died, see what I be saying? That s*it be tragic
God, I know this s*it be wrong, but I’d been lying if I said that I won’t sin
Why the fu*k would I spare you and I wouldn’t do it for my kin?
Pu*sy n!ggas, I can’t stand, it’s fact, I never ran
My friend got a fin, he a fish, Aquaman

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & TEC]
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh), Glock got a motor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-huh), you can smell the odor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain’t never squashed, we ain’t stopping ’til it’s over (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh), Glock got a motor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-huh), you can smell the odor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain’t never squashed, we ain’t stopping ’til it’s over (Hussein)

[Verse 2: TEC]
Every time they side die, they got my name in the wind
Me and Bang evil twins, same Glock, different gens

Motor on this four-inch, I whip this b!tch like a Benz
I get a high when they die like it’s dope in a syringe
Drop that paper to lil’ woadie, he gon’ shred ’em, he wan’ wet ’em up
I’m on scene, them n!ggas better put they head down like seven up
Twisting s*it like a presser, better tell your stepper, “Step it up”
Got a K with a suppressor, put it on they ass like, “Act up”
He out his s*it, ain’t got no mind, s*it, me neither
Get in beef and try to leave like n!gga won’t play with your people
Big spider, I’m with creatures, free Deezy, Neezy and Ray-Ban
Lift up that small Drac’ and blow his face in like, “Boo-yah, b!tch”

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & TEC]
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh), Glock got a motor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-huh), you can smell the odor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain’t never squashed, we ain’t stopping ’til it’s over (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh), Glock got a motor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-huh), you can smell the odor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain’t never squashed, we ain’t stopping ’til it’s over

[Bridge: Fredo Bang & TEC]
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (I say, “Ah, ah, ah”)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (I say, “Ah, ah, ah”)
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

[Chorus: Fredo Bang & TEC]
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh), Glock got a motor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-huh), you can smell the odor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain’t never squashed, we ain’t stopping ’til it’s over (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, he a soldier (Uh-huh), Glock got a motor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t play with them boys, they pop your top like a soda (Uh-huh)
Opps, they get rolled up (Uh-huh), you can smell the odor (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Beef ain’t never squashed, we ain’t stopping ’til it’s over