Soulja Boy – Don't Play With My Aim lyrics

A ride panorama, my money in the slummer
Nigga talking down so you know I keep the hammer
... Jammer, so don't say my name boy
I swear to fucking god, do not play with my aim
I'm aiming at your face, I just caught a case
A drop top belly and you know I won the race
So I keep that rifle bitch you know I want ya title
... I smoke purp and get higher

A a ride panorama, my money in the slummer
Through the city with that gucci bandana
Versace on my ear bitch I'm feeling like the president
Don't say my fucking name I'll send a killer to your residence
Bitch I'm super heaven sent,... Slamming in that range rover
With that fucking baking soda
... Counting dollars on my,
Nigga talking down till that ak hit his face off

[Hook:]
Don't play with my aim boy, don't play with my aim boy
Don't play with my aim boy, don't play with my aim boy [x3]

A a ride panorama, my... In the slummer
I made a hunned k off a motherfucking...
We soulja boy tell them... Marijuana
If he fucking disney I'ma make them take a...
... You know I got on it,... No profit
Boy, tell them...
Standing in the club, standing in the vip
They all showing love, soulja boy I be a g
Nigga talking shit, but he better not say my name
I swear to fucking god, do not play with my aim

[Hook:]
Don't play with my aim boy, don't play with my aim boy
Don't play with my aim boy, don't play with my aim boy [x3]

... Show boy, hold up,
Black jesus... Soulja boy tell them, god damn I made it
Mansions in los angeles and mansions in las vegas
God damn we made it, the house is 30 acres
... No sense, I got no kush coming on...
I done run for the mayor
But yet I should run for motherfucking president...

[Hook:]
Don't play with my aim boy, don't play with my aim boy
Don't play with my aim boy, don't play with my aim boy [x3]