[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo
Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo (Really?)
Hate rats, got my n***as in the fed
Got money in the bank and money on my head
Really? N***as sound silly
Wanna talk money? Yeah, count it, ten milli
Free my n***a Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly
Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy
Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
Think I give a fuck about the industry?
Pussy ass n***a better Google me
Boy I really made a million out the fuckin' streets
Boy I had a white car back in '04
Back in running wood days and ridin' low
When bein' a street n***a really meant something
Now n***as sell his soul for a follow
If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you n***as?
Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer?
Nah, L.A. Reid gave me that check today
Took that shit to the 'jects, empowered the hittas
I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey
And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains
Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock
Or slidin' through Compton with Game
Cause real n***as livin' the same
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16 (TRU)
My partner did a decade so what the fuck 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 there to get out when she finished
Need me a bitch that's gon' suck me and fuck me
And freak me and pass me to all of her friends, that's what it is
Verbal telekinesis, Kurupt mixed with Jeezy
Big Meech mixed with Yeezy
Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers
I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas
Got a fresh hairline from PETA
Got me a hockey mask, choppers start talking fast
Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter, uhh
N***as ain't killing shit
N***as they playing, they saying they killing shit
Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey
And this shit here might burn a little bit
I'm like, "Really little bitches? Say really?"

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Fuck these n***as
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really? Really? Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really? Really? Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really?)
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Aight, lemme talk
Brand new Benz with the top down
In my old neighborhood, all the cops 'round
N***a I don't give a fuck, motherfucker 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 ain't no discussion
It's simple, you try me, we gon' get to bustin'
I promise, my n***a, you want it, my n***a?
My young n***as ready, they goin' on guard
Mm, they act like they know ain't no God
We so official, for sure, no facade
Trap n***a shine like I glow in the dark
Still got my .44 in the door
I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you
Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you
Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you
I hit you with the K myself and show you what the paper do
And can't nobody handle you the way I do
I'll give a boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two
And no disrespect boy
You violate me, know 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, you'd think Call of Duty would make it
Bacon, a n***a medulla off top
He don't 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 I'm gone
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Fuck these n***as
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really? Really? Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really Really? Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really?)

[Verse 4: The Game]
N***as ain't gon' kill shit
I'm ridin' 'round, seven pounds, n***a, Will Smith
It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards
This shit right here you can't deal with
Two ice cubes and some cognac
Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back
Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem
Runnin' Aftermath in all black
I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's
Leave all of you n***as with crooked eyes
Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz
Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves
Please that's Jeezy the Snowman
Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man
Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog and fuck my conscience
Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton
Don't fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem
Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them
My handle's dumb, I had no gun
Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'
I bear arms like Durantula
This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up
And everybody gotta die, put them candles up
How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?
And for you fuckin' dumb n***as, let me slow it down
I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around
And when a n***a say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio
To let a n***a know it's goin' down, fuck you clowns
Yeah, I put the word on you n***as
Go A$AP Ferg on you n***as
Been all through New York with Diddy
My verse'll Schmurda you n***as
And that's not a shot at TIP 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 I'm 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 n***as that "Detox" come out this October
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober
And verses like this'll get me a new Rover
Get you a new home and a casket, you bastard
Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over
Soulja!

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Fuck these n***as
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really? Really? Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really? Really? Really?)
N***as say they gon' kill me (Really?)