[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
F*ck buyin jewelry buyin ammo
Teflon bulletproof the Lambo
Hate rats got my niggas in the fed
Got money in the bank and money on my head
Really? Niggas sound silly
Wanna talk money yeah count it ten milli
Free my nigga Meek Milly bad bitch out of Philly
Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy
Who you think I give a f*ck about an enemy?
Think I give a f*ck about the industry?
Better Google me
Boy I really made a million out the f*ckin streets
Boy I had a white car back in 04
Back in runnin wood days and ride low
When bein a street nigga really meant something
Now niggas sell his soul for a follow
If you wanna talk streets what it mean to you nigga?
Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer
Nah LA Reid gave me that check today
[?] empower the hittas
Im Crenshaw at Fatburger f*ckin with Nipsey
And I bet you Im rockin my chains
Or Im in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin through Compton with Game
Cause real niggas livin the same

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
My auntie did 20 years my pop did like 16
My partner did a decade so what the f*ck you really mean?
Really ho Billie Jean jackets in my video
Causin all this racket no tennis court
Really made a million in a kitchen fork
Skrt skrt skrt skrt dinner fork
Often offended I told that bitch to get out when she finished
Need me a bitch that gon suck me and f*ck me
And freak me and pass me to all of her friends
Thats what it is verbal telekinesis
Korrupt mixed with Jesus Big Meech mixed with Yeezus
Keep playin them games and get shot from them bleachers
I still got my stripes when Im not wearing Adidas
Got a fresh hairline from Peter
Got me a hockey mask choppers started talking fast
Give it to em direct just like Jeter
Niggas aint killing shit niggas they playing
They saying they killing shit
Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey
And a [?] hit might burn a little bit
Im like Really little bitches say really

[Hook - Soulja Boy:]
F*ck these niggas
Niggas say they gon kill me
Niggas say they gon kill me
Niggas say they gon kill me
Niggas say they gon kill me

[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Brand new Benz with the top down
In my old neighborhood all the cop round
I dont give a f*ck motherf*cker act up
Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound
Comin with the bullshit get shot down
Sucker free no fly zone in my town
And there aint no discussion
Its simple you try me we gon get to bustin
I promise my nigga you want it my nigga?
My young niggas ready they goin on guard
They act like they know aint no God
We so official for sure no facade
Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark
Still got my.44 in the door
Im not finna play with you homie get laid with you
Cement your feet then its off in the lake with you
Underestimate you that mistake I couldnt make with you
I hit you with the K myself and show you what the paper do
And cant nobody handle you the way I do
Give your boy a K or two kill you in a day or two
And no disrespect boy you violate me we gon handle that
Blow your ass off the map
And you still reachin your hand out for no dap
My demonstration in exchange for your hatin
I put this flame all in your face boy you fakin
We come through in Mercedes and shoot you
Youd think Call of Duty would make it
Bacon I get my moolah off top
He dont give me my moolah off top
Give a damn what the naysayers say
And we waitin a day in the A with the K and Im gone

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Game:]
Niggas aint gon kill shit
Im ridin round 7 pounds nigga Will Smith
Its a whole heck of yall and a whole deck of cards
This shit right here you cant deal with
Two ice cubes and some cognac
Spent some time in twin towers I aint goin back
Spent my commissary on some M&Ms thinkin I was Eminem
Runnin Aftermath in all black
Ill slaughter your house with 5 9s
Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes
Got the Louisville Slugger Big Papi Ortiz
Knockin every button off your buttoned up sleeves
Please thats Jeezy the Snowman
Comin straight to your window like Bruh Man
Said I aint killin your dog but stealin my hog conscience
Puttin bullets in your doberman dont f*ck with Compton
Dont you f*ck with Kendrick dont f*ck with Problem
Dont f*ck with YG Im Mr. Miyagi Daniel San I handle them
My handles dumb I had no gun
F*ck around stomp you out in these Durants or somethin
I bear arms like Durantula
This rocket launcherll blow your whole f*ckin mansion up
And everybody gotta die put them candles up
How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?
And for you f*ckin dumb niggas let me slow it down
I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around
And when a nigga say Timber you dont need Ricky Rubio
To let a nigga know its goin down
F*ck you clowns yeah I put the word on you niggas
Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas
Been all through New York with Diddy
My versell Schmurda you niggas
And thats not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti
Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti
Got a shotty in a backpack napsack
Shawty got a black MAC 11 I will catch that body
Like Nasir and Hov when Im 40 years old
I will still be the pilot that light up the stove
And be cookin that crack til the Doctor come back
And tell niggas that Detox come out this October
Like Ol Dirty Bastard Im finally sober
And verses like thisll get me a new Rover
Get you a new home and its in a casket
Your funeral boring Im glad that its over
Soulja!

[Hook]