Soldier Lyrics - Kid Vishis

Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff 

I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back 

Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff 

I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us 

We done turned to a bygone don crew 

We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou 

A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush 

Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up 

As you can see I'm a beast on the track 

I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the back 

I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot 

My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops 

'bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended 

Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it 

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers 

I-I think my, bitches is gangstas 

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers 

I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) 

I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back 

I get bitches, I get money, no specific order 

Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter 

Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura 

I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers 

I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy 

She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? Shit 

I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop Dogg in "Baby Boy" 

Leave me alone, I'm Hancock 

Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot 

I don't fuck with no ho unless she a dancer 

There's no position, drug or liquor she can't try 

I'm Cancer, me versus them is a landslide 

If your face is fly, and your body is decent 

This your inauguration the same time your impeachment 

I got a lotta anger, I was hot before your first year 

Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya 

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers 

I-I think my, bitches is gangstas 

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers 

I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) 

Where my soldiers attack, it's a wrap, hold up 

When my soldiers attack, it's a wrap 

One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap 

Cock grenade here, think we scared? No way 

Set your ass up like the cops did O.J 

Fo' spray his body make his chest explode 

The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's nose, partner 

Buck-shot ya, rap like a automatic gun 

Lungs stoppin means you can't breathe proper 

Yeah, they like I'm on some other shit 

Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt 

To fuck with this you want me on wax 

So I'mma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government 

Bastard, the closest you niggas been 

To a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger 

How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk? 

Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya, it's over! 

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers 

I-I think my, bitches is gangstas 

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers 

I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)