Lyrics:
I'm not Rick
I don't give a fuck what Soulja Boy said about Kanye's shit
You just mad 'cause your verse wasn't that hot
I'm just really goin' off
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
like a magic show
I'll kill yo gang nigga by myself
Only strap with my mind I don't need no help
Imma hit em with knowledge and make em step
Up they shit
Tell em free my nigga out the slammer
Black and white whips
Designer on kicks
Got me feeling like a panda
Put a dot on his legs
Can't stand up
All
As high as a Batman
High Robin dont have an eye problem
Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem
Rock ya hips Crime Mob em
Jae Millz
And let em boy know you
made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy, you tired, go to bed
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
know how to act they understudy
Came with my slime, hide yo girl cuz we get thuggee
I'm a pretty boy but don't think it won't get ugly
I make em you
Just
hit me like
"Goodz I'ma tell Cass' get ready"
I said, "Good 'cause the casket ready"
How you The Hustla but
Lookin' like the customer?
Man don't you
that I'm fleek man)
These drip got you drowning (drip, drip, drip, drip)
Hoes gettin' mad but my bank account get bigger
Hoes gettin' mad but my
[VERSE ONE];
DO I KNOW YOU, WELL I DAMN SURE LIKE TO/
AND DON'T BE SCARED BABYGIRL I WONT BITE YOU/
IM TRYNA BE THAT DUDE, THAT DUDE BY YA SIDE/
SEE WE CAN
Soulja Boy Tell Em Yell At Em Cuz Its My Time
People Playa Hatin On A G Like S B
Cuz Dey Flippin Da Channel And Im Talkin On Dey Tv Screen
Churp Da Whole
(Sir Blackie Hook)
You gotta get it how you live, my boy
In the field, momma stressing bout them bills, my boy
Put on for them kids, my boy
Don’t let
I love the way the taurus get to singing, boy don't make me sin
You know you ain't my kind, so why u flexing like you finna spin
I seen a lotta niggas
THINKING BOUT THE MEMORIES
I DONT THINK MY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
I AINT SEEN EM IN A MONTH OR TWO
LOWKEY I JUST BE UNCOMFORTABLE,
WISH I WAS ONE OF YOU
BUT
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).
[Chorus]
(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin'
Don't nobody give a fuck 'cause you done crossed the game
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
[Soulja Boy:] Aye Rab mayne i just got back from the mall mayne guess what I got?
[A-Rab:] What you get Soulja Boy
[Soulja Boy:] Mayne I got me
(they sad)
Might get 'em tatted on my face because them niggas dead (rest in piss)
Don't tell me nothin' 'bout my old friends, man, them bitches mad
after I knock 'em off
she mad at me tryna get me out of my money
you gets nothin from me you gon' be broke round the fall this Sunday
believe that you
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