[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk sh** I will kick your door n***a
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** with my lil n***a
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya
Keep thinking it's a game, n***a's ain't playing
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain
A n***a talking all that sh**
Y'all n***as cannot represent
f**ing with the youngest k**er, youngest gorilla n***a
Split ya I deal with ya
[50 cent]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n***a
I won't tell ya twice
b**h 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]
I'm on another level, b**h you heard me say that do you
Sod I never mentioned you cause you not worthy
[50 cent]
Yeah, we royalty don't talk to me
b**h you not worthy
[Soulja Boy - Chorus]
Mean mug, n***a you gon mug who?
Rob me? n***a we gon rob you
Choppers on me, n***as we don't give a f**
I'm in the club, n***a f** your mean mugs
f** your mean mugs
n***a f** your mean mug
f** your mean mug
n***a f** your mean mug
f** your mean mug
n***a f** your mean mug
f** your mean mug
n***a f** your mean mug
[50 cent]
When I'm trippin' I'm twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin'
I'm iced out, b**h my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count all this paper I be gettin'
[Soulja Boy]
Any f**ing game n***a pa** me the ball
And watch a n***a ball, I'm Gucci to the draws
I'm money over all, I don't really give a f**
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** 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, that's why I pick you up off the ground
If you make a f**ing sound
Disrespect my f**ing crew
b**h is you f**ing clown
Get the f** back n***a
We up in the club
High as f**, talk sh** and you gon get dropped
[Chorus:]
[Outro:]
Yeah, misery loves company n***a
I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies
[End]