Released: August 10, 2021

Songwriter: Soulja Boy

Producer: Soulja Boy

[Verse]
I'm with some shooters, trap 'cross the country
Eight headshots out this M-16, lil' nigga, don't play with my money
Got some roguish-ass soldiers with me ready to come and knock you down for nothin'
That nigga cryin' on the internet like he done smelt an onion
That nigga talkin' like my empire don't be passin' 'cross the country
In that GTA, but I'm most wanted
I up my Glock and hit my target
I hit the stage and bitches swarmin'
It was Louis, I'm performing
Young nigga gon' hit with no warning
Tell Johnny ice my charm
I'm on fire, ring the alarm
I done bust down my whole arm
I need a hundred K to perform
We gon' shoot without no warrant
Bustdown VVs on my wrist, it came in with no CZ
My face on TV, make it look so easy, rap niggas wan' be mе, yeah
Rap niggas can't see me
I blowed up likе C4, but I ain't no CB4 just like Gusto
These niggas cap, they custo
Chopper make a drumroll
I came 'cross the country, Louis bags and lot of money
This chopper gon' get an opp up out me
It's VVs in my teeth, nigga, while I'm talkin'
Don't make me shoot this 40
I'm countin' money while I'm recording
It's Money Gang, I cash out foreigns
These rap niggas' life really boring
Up ten million just off of touring
Up twenty million off "Rick & Morty"
I'm thirty million my net worth
I shoot just like Pippen, Jordan
These rap niggas gettin' extorted
My garage is full of foreigns
Lamborghini auto, Grand Theft Auto, new Gelato
Bitches, they gon' follow, and you know they swallow
Ball hard 'til tomorrow, Louis V, no Aeropostale
Big Draco, I'm the author
Ball just like Vince Carter
Swim just like six-feet-deep water
Twenty-five bricks, that's a new quarter
Cook the dope up, the stove boiling
Lamborghini roadrunner
These cap-ass niggas don't know nothin'
I was trappin' Actavis, no Robitussin
Ice froze cold, no oven
Young niggas blowed for nothin'
Whip a bird
Brand new Pirelli tire skrrt
Waffle House, nigga, we pour syrup
Who the fuck is him? I ain't heard

[Chorus]
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Bitch nigga, fuck what you heard
I'm in the trap sellin' birds
Opp-ass nigga, you absurd
I got pounds, I got Perc'
I put opps in the dirt
Big Balenci' B's on my shirt
We hit opps where it hurt
Yeah, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard

[Outro]
What you heard
What you heard
What you heard
Fuck what you heard, nigga
Fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Nigga, fuck what you heard
What you heard
What you heard
What you heard
Bitch nigga, what you heard (Nigga)

Soulja Boy

DeAndre Cortez Way (b. July 28, 1990), better known as his stage name Soulja Boy, is a rapper, producer, and social media influencer born in Chicago, Illinois and raised in Atlanta, Georgia whose debut single “Crank That (Soulja Boy)” hit No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 and would hold that spot for seven non-consecutive weeks.

At 15 years old, Soulja began uploading songs to SoundClick and eventually moved to YouTube and MySpace. By March 2007, he came up with the concept behind “Crank That” and uploaded the song—and a video of its accompanying dance—online. Two months later, in May 2007, “Crank That” started to go viral. He signed to Interscope Records in the same month. By October, his major label debut album Souljaboytellem.com was released and peaked at No. 4 on the Billboard 200. But critics quickly blasted his simplistic lyrics and unorthodox flows, questioning whether or not he’d just be a one-hit wonder.

“Crank That” earned him a Grammy nomination and he would continue to find success with the songs “Kiss Me Thru the Phone”, “Turn My Swag On”, and “Pretty Boy Swag”. He’s released mixtape after mixtape, left Interscope, made noise with rumors of signing with YMCMB and eventually launched own label Stacks on Deck Entertainment.