[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
you talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga

I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent]

AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya

keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's aint playing

[Soulja Boy]

Soulja Boy I'll bust your brain
a n-gga talking all that sh-t
y'all n-ggas cannot represent

f-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga
split ya I deal with ya


[50 cent]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga
I won't tell ya twice

b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta's they love me
these hoes they be all on me
they can't help that they want me

they want me back

[Soulja Boy]

Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy


[50 cent]
Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me
b-tch you not worthy


[Soulja Boy - Chorus]
mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who?

rob me? n-gga we gon rob you
choppers on me, n-ggas we don't give a f-ck
I'm in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs

f-ck your mean mugs
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug

n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug

f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug


[50 cent]
When I'm trippin' Im twisted, I slap my clip in
when I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin'

I'm iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count all this paper I be gettin'


[Soulja Boy]
any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball
and watch a n-gga ball, I'm Gucci to the draws

I'm money over all, I don't really give a f-ck
tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up


[50 cent]
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop
from the balls to the top

she must do this sh-t a lot
she's a freak she's a pro
got that paper it's a go

bring the Kush, bring the dro
she might bless ya on the low


[Soulja Boy]
Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground
if you make a f-cking sound

disrespect my f-cking crew
b-tch is you f-cking clown
get the f-ck back n-gga

we up in the club
high as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped

[Chorus]


[Outro]
Yeah, misery loves company n-gga
I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies