Soulja Boy - Hot sh** lyrics

[Chorus:] n***as talking sh**, I buss sh** Pull up on your block with the mop sticks n***as they not sh** n***as talking sh**, I buss sh** Pull up on your block with the mop sticks n***as they talk, they not sh** Pull up on your block with the hot chick Pull up with on your block and buss sh** Pull up on your block with the mop stick n***as talking sh**, they not sh** Pull up on your block with the hot chick Hot sh**, with the hot sh** Pull up on your block with the hot chick Hot sh**, hot sh** Pull up on your block with the hot chick Hot sh** [Verse 1:] Now you mama scared her son about to be dead Pull up on your block Put these hot sh**s in your head b**h I'm about my gang SOD that's what I play Run up on me wrong p**y n***a that blood gonna shed Run up on me wrong in this broad day I spray Shoot you in your mouth b**h it's a bloodbath b**h we from the ATL Westside on the belt Run up on the Soulja Boy I'll shoot you in your neck n***as talk that f** sh** b**h I grip that take n***as left SOD I left them where they at f** the p**y n***as I don't need a mini wet Versace on my belt and three thousand cash Run up on me wrong Gonna let this house spray In the streets where I have to f**ing accept Drop top In a Mercedes we gonna crank Gripping these b**hes f**ing theses b**hes Man they shade [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Young Soulja Boy I ride five feet They say rich homie corn left rich game b**h I make a hundred in a day Me and birdman touch down on the plane These f** n***as so lame Switches size, click hop in That ain't in the game If I catch you Imma snatch your chain Broad day with that mack Imma make it rain In that Maybach with Birdman It use to be me, him and Mackman [Unable to transcribe line, words unclear] b**h now I swerve through the trap lane [Chorus]