H1 SOLJUHS

Lyrics for H1 SOLJUHS

What are you doing here? Rari, rari, rari, rari Go, go, go, okay In my hummer, shorty, rock with me I'm pulling up Swerving Gucci hummers, come and rock with me In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank With some soldiers (skrt, skrt, skrt) Goth Money soldiers (Hey, bro, pull over real quick) In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank With some soldiers (soldiers) (Hey, bro, pull over real quick) Goth Money soldiers (Hey, bro, pull over real quick) Hey, pull over Feet up, I'm smokin' doja, I told ya With some G-O-T-H MONEY fuckin' soldiers Got my shorty slangin' white, that's that Cola Wrist twerkin' Boys on the dirtroad with that AK, wrist hurtin' Motorola twerkin' And I feel like Juvenile Pull up in a Hummer, hoes like "wow" Bitch, I'm shinin', bling, bling, blaow All my niggas with the shits Baggin' up 10s, tryin' to cop a fuckin' Benz Droppin' ashes on my Timbs Pull up in a H1 Hummer with the Gucci clips Chillin' with young Thizzle off my script Swervin' off to Richmond with the shits Thuggin' with my priceless gudda witch Soldier rag hang off the extended clip Switch lanes Twerkin' Motorola, sellin' addy like cocaine H1 Hummer, fuck a Range Soldier rag around my neck, smoke kush pack in the rain I'm a soldier G-O-T-H M-O-N-E-MONEY fuckin' soldier And my nigga, I sell drugs In a H1 Hummer, blow the drugs