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[Intro: Lil B]
Goddamn, look at my wrist
The b*tch iced out (Pretty boys)
Goddamn (PBM), look at my neck
I'm iced out, pretty boy sh*t

[Verse 1: Lil B]
b*tch, I'm Lex Luger (Swag, woo, swag swag, swag), Soulja Al Pacino (Woo)
Scarface (Swag, swag swag, woo), b*tch, I feel like Nino (Swag, Nino)
b*tch, I'm El- (Woo, f*ck, f*ck it), I don't give no f*cks (Woo woo, swag, swag)
I'm rich b*tch, that b*tch sucked my di*k (Heh?), I don't give no f*cks (Woo, yeah)
We ridin' in, gettin' up with that b*tch squirtin' (Swag, swag, swag, squirtin', swag)
Thirty on my di*k (Swag, woo), that b*tch felt [?] (Swag, swag, chef, knife)
Came in, n*ggas swag like I'm Tim, Robin (Swag, knife, swag, woo)
That n*gga playing with me (Swag, woo, woo, woo), that n*gga suicidal (Woo woo, swag, suicidal)
We came in, n*ggas playing with them bad b*tches (Swag, swag, bad b*tches)
Pretty boys, n*gga (Swag, n*gga, uh-huh), you know we get them figures (Woo woo, get 'em, swag, get 'em, get 'em, swag, get 'em, uh-huh)
Uh, b*tch, I feel like Ron Artest (b*tch)
Championship rang (Swag, rang), chain on my neck (Woo, on my neck)
Bling bling like I'm hot, boy (Yes, yes), Chevy rider (Swag, rider)
I'm in MIA (Swag, swag, MIA), and that b*tch make it drop (Woo, make it drop, swag, swag swag)
Uh, pretty boys, we getting money (Money, Soulja)
Shouts out Soulja Boy (Soulja, swag), we get that chedda (Swag swag, yes)

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Packed with that heater back, this that n*gga Soulja (Dre)
Black like I'm repping for my n*ggas in Minnesota (Dre)
Dying hell in Memphis, Tennessee, them n*ggas red (Dre)
SOD gang, and a young boy blessed up (Dre)
Young Smith & Weston to tote that Cali coke, bro (Dre, Dre)
So shout out to my young boys who holdin' it down on Simpson Road (Dre, Dre, Dre)
Back in the days, I was doing the same thing (Dre)
These days, I hit the damn club and make it hurricane (Dre)
Blood to the south (Dre), I drop my boy off on that side (Dre, Dre, Dre)
Then I pull up to my opposition (Dre, Dre), this tool, look, gettin' so hot (Dre, S Beezy)
So I'm listenin' to my partner, he tellin' me that he got a play (Swag)
And I know we 'bout to make a whole lot of cake today
Get the f*ck out my way before I let that thing slip off, off, off my hip
And it will catch up (Aww), these n*ggas slipping, I swear (Dre)
Then I put that on molly, and I put that on my sweat
And I put that on my CD, I will leave you bodybagged (Dre)
Young Killa is with me (Uh), and I swear we is so deep (Uh)
PBM, SOD, a hunnid squad, super deep (Oh, oh, oh)
Hit the block, you know my f*cking chain, it is frozed up (Swag, Dre)
A story for you n*ggas now, S Beezy growed up
I hit the block, man, I'm po'd up (Dre)
Throwed up, 28 inches when I rolled up
Hunnid stores, send it to Bel Air, b*tch, I'm ballin' (Dre)
Put the amp up on that b*tch and turn it up, I'm ballin'
Young ass ho still got a Glock and a AK (Oh, oh, Soulja)
Shoot a n*gga quick if he disrespect my affiliates (Soulja, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja)
I don't give a f*ck where he come from (Dre), get him out (Dre)
Young SB, twelve ice chains (Uh, uh), whip 'em out (Uh uh)
Posted in my living room (In my living room), all white everything (All white everything)
Smoking on that other sh*t (Smoking on that other sh*t), yeah, this that Mary Jane (Yeah, this that Mary Jane)
Blowing on that young thang (Dre), posted up in Asia (Dre, Dre)
SOD gang, b*tch, shoot you in your face, ho (Yeah)