[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
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b**h now I swerve through the trap lane
[Chorus]