[Verse]
Uh, uh (Incredible)
Diss Beezy, body in lake placid
Spit rapid, bitch, I'm so savage
If a n***a want it I will let a n***a have it
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? I got the right tactics
Bitch, quit (Bitch, quit) - you on my shit list
Five-four of my goons to put your head on my hit list
Word around town I rip your whole clique defenseless
Every n***a in your fuckin' squad is a bitch-n***a
All y'all n***as stupid and dumb
Take the motherfuckin' machete and go and chop off your arm
Word around town I'm hot, go and ring the alarm
Every fuckin' song I did on, bitch, I'm droppin' a bomb
N***a, pistol to your momma mouth, please remain calm (Please remain calm)
Fuck your stupid-ass comments, all y'all clique remain dumb
Y'all n***as fuckin' with us, y'all bitch remain on
And a million-dollar soul and I still remain sung
So (Incredible)
Bitch, it's clearly evident, I'm too cocky and relevant
And too fuckin' intelligent, you n***as celibate (Celibate)
I'll kill y'all n***as, man, I don't fear y'all n***as
I'll disappear y'all n***as, chop off the ear y'all n***as
I can't hear y'all n***as (Can't hear y'all n***as)
Word around town my clique, man, we stack six figures (We stack six figures)
Word around town y'all n***as fake, ain't none real
Bitch, a chopper to your breath, is you n***as for real? (Is you n***as for real?)
What the fuck you talkin'? I spark up like a pop tart
S.O.D. Gang, we gettin' money like a yacht club
Which one of y'all can fuck with me?
I'm too fuckin' new and my jeans cost sixty
Man, I'm deep in the game, my empire with desire for
Each and every lame-ass rapper to retire
And when I hit the microphone I leave that shit on fire
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, bitch, I swear you n***as fired now
N***a, who's better? Please, tell me who's better
I'm in the fuckin' mall Hollister my sweater there
No one better there, no one clever
I'm changing they weather, can't hold like Mayweather, it's
When I leave the game I bet everybody miss me
My dick get hard when a pussy-n***a diss me
Bitch, whatever - I'm ready for whatever, bitch
I'm ready for the pressure, bitch
Go and put it on my schedule, bitch
Bitch, and I'm not hesitant
Everybody think G stand for gangsta, bitch, that's growth and development
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, man, tell 'em where, tell 'em where the fuck the money at
Twenty million for the hell of it
Check the Gucci jeans, the pockets got a big bulge (Big bulge)
Check my name, the charts, I got a big buzz
Bullshit and ignorance I don't indulge
Soulja Boy ain't got no money, that's a insult
Say fuck me your career is over is the result
I give a fuck, that chopper gon' hit you, n***a, go ahead and buck
I see money, my eyes is green like Incredible Hulk
The choppers is poppin', the bodies is droppin', the dollars is coppin', incredible war