[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Chain on my neck, a hundred thou, lil n***a
We got dracos on our block, bigger than Bow Wow, lil n***a
Pull up on your block, click clack bow, lil n***a
In the kitchen whippin bricks, I'm servin loud, lil n***a

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
[?] 50 thousand
We got them choppers that's bigger than Bow Wow
Run in your trap house right now
I rap up bricks, I pack it and ship it out
Smoking on gass, no Black & Mild
Hundred thousand sitting in the pile
Lame ass n***a tryna steal my style
In the trap house for a bank account
Hundred thousand, I don't want no clout
He wanna be gang, but that shit out
Money gang n***as don't see no droubt
Ain't going out bad, I run in your house
N***a a snitch, I ratted him out
Serving them bricks, I ship them down south
Hundred pounds at my mama house
Hundred fifty pounds down at my auntie house
Show you n***a what that murder bout
Cut in the Coope, come back with that 30 [?]
Gun bigger than Bow Wow
I came up from servin and trappin them pounds
Count a hundred thousand right now
Run in your house, put the draco in your mouth
Rich Gang, bitch you know we ball
Zone 1 get it in by the west coast
[?] brick in a finger fold
Stand in the trap, hit the pot with my elbo
[?] serve all the dope
Zone 1, bought a green stove
Hustle on the block, just me and [?]
12 hit the door, everybody gone
Now a n***a calling everybody phone
Shooters running up in everybody home
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Chain on my neck, a hundred thou, lil n***a
We got dracos on our block, bigger than Bow Wow, lil n***a
Pull up on your block, click clack bow, lil n***a
In the kitchen whippin bricks, I'm servin loud, lil n***a

[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
Whip so hard, I broke the meter
Beat the baby to a seiser
I trap the work like it was legle
Bitch I hard ball, Derek Geeter
My n***as trappin out [?]
Got the birdy [?] seegulls
Got the nina on me, that's the heater
Catch the pack like a wide receaver
I got the chopper, call it yao ming
I got the rocket, they call me [?]
Spray the Uzi like it's [?]
Trap on the block, the shit jump like it's a trampoleen
I don't really know what y'all mean
My n***as hustle, run it up by any means
Russian Ruger with the beam on it
The Coope is so long, I can lean on it
Gucci fit with the sleeves on it
Shoot the chopper till it freeze homie
Wait I gotta take [?] on it
Turn to Call Of Duty when the beef on me
N***as cappin, they ain't real shooters
Pull up on you, shoot you out the Uber
I was trappin, servin on the scooter
Mac 11 came with the cooler
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Chain on my neck, a hundred thou, lil n***a
We got dracos on our block, bigger than Bow Wow, lil n***a
Pull up on your block, click clack bow, lil n***a
In the kitchen whippin bricks, I'm servin loud, lil n***a