Lyrics:
talking 'bout
Niggas diss me in they raps, see me
Try to talk it out (Frauds)
I just look 'em in they eyes
It ain't shit to talk about
'Cause if we catch
[Intro]
Yeah I be the one that they love mention,
I Tell 'em keep on talking,
Cause love the attention,
And if they wanna see me,
I tell 'em they
Birds)
What happen to dat boy
Tell me what just happened to that boi
Bitch ion know I ain't sayin shit that ain't my biz you niggas fishy like some Coi
and sayin' we should meet
Be discreet, but my inheritance, too arrogant
I guess I should be meek
Verily, verily I tell you the truth
Boy the money make you
high so
I linger in the back of their heads like doing an eye roll
Ain't talking narcotic when I say I got substance
Ain't talking erotic, I tell em
Unlock with a key lava Tennessee call that vol-cano
Are you OK? No Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
It's my guy Kano uh yeah
Let's kick it on easy play the game
Round
the rot
Okay okay Soulja boy tell em Soulja boy tell em
Whats going on today mayne
How could he be selling cause he could snap and the beat is real heavy
boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How we
up
You looking for what ?
Hit my boy
He gone hook it up
Look at us
Look at them
Making you wanna look again
I knew he was hating from
bad
It's the Devil, why don't you tell'em to stop
[Chorus]
[Elliot Ness] Its like somebodys lookin' over my shoulder
[EN] Its hard to focus
don’t know the deal
Stop talking like you bout it boy you don’t wanna kill
Family on my back and I be holding em still
Holding em still, I be holding em
Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
seconds on the clock and shit
FUCK ALL THE BULLSHIT
Count up them bandz, and do my lil' dance
And tell em' bro, FUCK ALL THE BULLSHIT
They ain't wanna'
bullshit tell em you don't give a fuck
That nigga was talking some bullshit his mans come pick him up
He got a lot of space for hallows we gon fill em up
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
him pull up but homie a coward
All purple, uh, like Saints Row
Imma take him off the map, SoFaygo
I feel like I'm Soulja Boy I crank that with the draco
by its cover
Though you appear as materialistic, just like the others
So I followed your words to take 'em in
And I don't see what you saying so
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
Bizzy Bone It's the Dog, Bizzy Bone
Got the Dog
You got Bizzy Bone ya man
Undisputed champion boy
Here's how it's done aight
I love you in
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
La" - you right
Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas'
Educated the bullshit, got a degree in
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