[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
you talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon
[50 cent]
AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s hit ya
keep thinking it’s a game, n-gga’s aint playing
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy I’ll bust your brain
a n-gga talking all that sh-t
y’all n-ggas cannot represent
f-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga
split ya I deal with ya
[50 cent]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga
I won’t tell ya twice
b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me
these hoes they be all on me
they can’t help that they want me
they want me back
[Soulja Boy]
Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy
[50 cent]
Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me
b-tch you not worthy
[Soulja Boy - Chorus]
mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who?
rob me? n-gga we gon rob you
choppers on me, n-ggas we don’t give a f-ck
I’m in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs
f-ck your mean mugs
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
[50 cent]
When I’m trippin’ Im twisted, I slap my clip in
when I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin’
I’m iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin’
I lost count all this paper I be gettin’
[Soulja Boy]
any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball
and watch a n-gga ball, I’m Gucci to the draws
I’m money over all, I don’t really give a f-ck
tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up
[50 cent]
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop
from the balls to the top
she must do this sh-t a lot
she’s a freak she’s a pro
got that paper it’s a go
bring the Kush, bring the dro
she might bless ya on the low
[Soulja Boy]
Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground
if you make a f-cking sound
disrespect my f-cking crew
b-tch is you f-cking clown
get the f-ck back n-gga
we up in the club
high as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, misery loves company n-gga
I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies
