Artist: Soulja Boy Album: 50/13 (Mixtape) Song: 50/13 (Intro) Typed by: AZ Lyrics DZ BZ Sergeant Fifty nigga, thirteen Everybody smoking, more green I mix that purp with them B's nigga I mix that purp with them bins nigga Fifty nigga, thirteen Everybody smoking, more green I mix that purp with them B's nigga I mix that purp with them bins nigga My nigga yawn low did a lot of stag That lour brief case that's a lot of money I hit the blog with a tonic chronic You see my closet, that's a ton of money These niggas talking but don't know the words What a riot all my niggas instead of flipping words For what your, I grind hard So every time you see me bitch I shine hard Rolex, that's fifteen Whole block, about ten bins Infrared on the silencer Disrespect yawn low on my silencer It's Soulja Boy in the funny ocean Go low dead wiping Bentley slow motion Middle finger to the fucking sky I'm getting money, counting bread while I'm stupid high Fifty nigga, thirteen Everybody smoking, more green I mix that purp with them B's nigga I mix that purp with them bins nigga Fifty nigga, thirteen Everybody smoking, more green I mix that purp with them B's nigga I mix that purp with them bins nigga I walk outside my office everybody work Five thousand bins, two pounds of purp Time to hit the pussy nigga, the way it hurt If you standing on this earth bitch go to work In my turf we get in there first Pull up, top off, her pussy get moist She in love with the street nigga And we in love with that beef nigga Fuck, what you heard is fifty nigga Thirteen fuck around and rip you nigga My young nigga's getting in quicker Go low they Louie interior Bitch I'm hungry I'm a take the pipe Bitch I'm hungry I'm a break the Plock Fuck what you heard bitch we going up Niggas see my new chain start throwing us Fudgy allows when we rolling up Point at the Z nigga when we point up Numb the shooters when we showing up Number ocean gang toed up Fuck what you heard he's a lour nigga Fuck what you heard he's a lour nigga I get it in just my dill wound I get it in just my dill wound Fifty, thirteen, bin Hurt with them B