[Intro]
Gotta keep it brand new
Fuck wrong with these n***as man
Uh, uh, uh
Uh

[Verse]
Disrespectin' me
Bitch the boss man not havin' that
Ridin' in that Maserati and that shit is jet black
Fuck you n***as talkin' bout? I been getting cash, hoe
Have my hitman come and shoot you in the asshole
Pause, no homo
Bitch I'm with that mob shit
Fuck around and cut your head off, hang it by your dick
Never gave a fuck, bitch I'm filthy rich
And I'm connected with fifty bricks
Totin' them fifty clips'll put your ass up in a ditch
Real shit, n***a, fuck you talkin' bout
Please don't get up on my shit-list
Wipin' out every n***a on my hit-list
Soulja Boy Tell'Em, bitch I'm flexin' no fitness
Fuck what you heard, man my n***a be totin' that big shit
Master plan, yeah I'm talkin' immaculate plans
Cuh I'm talkin' them racks and bands
Fuck these n***as talkin' bout, can't understand
Understand, that we takin' over twenty-twelve bruh
Fuck you n***as talkin' bout, give the city hell bruh
Ridin' through my city and I'm feeling like a lick
Man my n***as gettin' money and we never gave a shit
And I done told you this
And I represent that shit, man
PBM flip, Pretty Boy Gang when I flip
Man you already know it's them westside hittas
Came in the club, man I'm lookin' like a ticket
Young Dre, A.K.A, get that cash off him
Soulja Tell'Em no problem goddamn that n***a offed him
Off tell, off tell my bitch, got them bags on
Never gave a fuck, bitch, I'm bout to bring them bags on
Lil Dre, A.K.A, got the trap goin' crazy
Tatted up my whole throat
Bitches wanna be my lady, damn
I'm retro, goddamn this vintage
Yuh
Young Jesus, and I ain't even finished
Soulja Boy Tell'Em, I keep killin' these rap n***as
50/13, I'm still up in the trap n***a
Where I'm at posted
Countin' like a n***a, young n***a gettin' money
Worth about a brick
Young n***a came in, gold on my fist
Gold on my dick
Bitch, I'm that n***a
Number one contender
Came in swag and you see it in the mirror
Young Soulja Tell'Em goddamn that n***a gettin' it
Lil Dre for real though
One hunnid million
Put that on the 10-4
Put it in, racked up
And they hit my phone
And I hit one word and we bout to ride
Ten shots, imma let it slide
Got the same guns
That came from Bedstuy
And I'm still in the building
Racked up shawty take your yellow bone it's realer
Never gave a fuck, bitch I'm all about a dinero
Pesos, cashed up for real though
N***as on that fuck shit
Bitch I'm feeling so damn swagged up
Standin' on the TV screen, ain't even got no brag bruh
Ain't even got no mask bruh
Robbin' these fuck n***as
Soulja Boy Tell'Em imma bust quicker
Fuck around and buck