Gratata Lyrics - Soulja Boy

Pull up on your block, gratata 

Call up my shooters, they come thru' 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us 

SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there 

We gwoppin' pain 

Pull up on your block, gratata 

Call up my shooters, they come thru' 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya 

SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us 

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Pull up on your block, gratata 

Shooters in the back and the front 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

All my niggas comin', boy, they droppin' ya 

50.000 on my chain, whip it like Tellafia 

I be in that Rarri, ain't no stoppin' us 

Fuck the polic', they ain't shit 

They ain't copsta us 

SOD the gang, g' ya know we up 

Bitch look at my chain and my ring 

Ya sick? Ya throwin' up 

Nigga know my game, what I'm throwin' up 

Fuckin' with 100, I swear you get an uppercut 

I be shootin' choppas, it ain't none' to us 

Pull up on yo block and I bet I bust 

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Pull up on your block, gratata 

Call up my shooters, they come thru' 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us 

SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there 

We gwoppin' pain 

Pull up on your block, gratata 

Call up my shooters, they come thru' 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya 

SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us 

Calling all my shooters and yeah they pop at ya 

We pull up big guns and we chop you off 

SOD the gang, bitch ya know wassup 

100 bricks wrapped in a Porsche truck 

My dad was a hustler 

Standin' on the block, sellin' dope 

It wa' none' to us 

Pull up on yo block and ya know I bust 

Forgiatto sittin' underneath my brand new Bentley truck 

Pull up to the trappin', they like what the fuck 

Fuck 12, fuck the police, they ain't none' to us 

SOD the gang and my gun I trust 

Pull up on yo block and let it bust 

Pull up on your block, gratata 

Call up my shooters, they come thru' 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us 

SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there 

We gwoppin' pain 

Pull up on your block, gratata 

Call up my shooters, they come thru' 

And yeah, they pop at ya 

Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya 

SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us