That n*gga Not Me (Hopsin Diss) lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, yeah this the mother f*ckin' CEO
I'm the mother f*ckin- I made this sh*t
I’m the mother f*cking founder
I’m the mother f*cking
I’m the mother f*cking CEO
Turn up!

I’m so fresh n*gga
You wanna have swag
And checkin in
Get money like..

Huh huh huh n*gga, n*gga, n*gga

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Man f*ck that other n*gga, ’cause that n*gga on me
I’ll be so swagged up flying to this f*cking streets
I got test on my own so you’re knowin what it be
Well I get your real friend and get f*ck with [?]
I’ll be rhyme in my hood with the swag it go deep
The n*ggas hatin on me but I don’t give a damn
Put me Soulja Boy tell em I’ll be pulling all from yell
Got me Soulja Boy tell em I’ll be whippin it from bell
First of all my n*gga boys havin
I rip go so deep and we can get it crack
I go n*ggas talk sh*t, man all them n*ggas fake
I bet my name soldier boy but b*tch have a little drink
[Hook]
f*ck that other n*gga ’cause that n*gga ain’t me [x3]
f*ck that other n*gga I’ll be off the streets
f*ck that other n*gga ’cause that n*gga ain’t me [x3]
f*ck that other n*gga I’ll post it in the streets

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Man I’m bad, man I’m riving, is that a problem I’ve been resolving
n*gga so sh*t got me Kay and out it to this knockin
I’ll be dray, I’ll be paid, I’ll be pulling up on blaze
I’ll be f*ckin all these hoes
Yeah it’s the pre-boy game
I’ll be flexin with my chain
Charlie go with my arm and my God I’ma start
Am I go that swan, I’ma sell so long
’cause I wake up with my swag and I’m so much money
When is coming by the bag
Stacks on stacks on stacks is hair
b*tch you know what’s up
With my n*ggas with me and we don’t give a f*ck
And I give my drinks other drinks and f*ck the drink, hold the drink
It must cause a drink my chain and I’m like a rainbow so

[Hook]
f*ck that other n*gga ’cause that n*gga ain’t me [x3]
f*ck that other n*gga I’ll be off the streets
f*ck that other n*gga ’cause that n*gga ain’t me [x3]
f*ck that other n*gga I’ll post it in the streets
[Verse 3/Outro: Soulja Boy]
Omg, b*tch no sell
I’ll be riding with my [?]
f*cking game in this b*tch
Dray you know we’re pulling triggers
I’ll be tatted on my chest
I’ll be tatted on my back
So we got a f*ckin Porsche
Damn rack, damn rack
Oh my God