soulja boy - incredible war lyrics
[verse]
uh, uh (incredible)
diss beezy, body in lake placid
spit rapid, b+tch, i’m so savage
if a n+gga want it i will let a n+gga have it
what the f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? i got the right tactics
b+tch, quit (b+tch, quit) + you on my sh+t list
five+four of my goons to put your head on my hit list
word around town i rip your whole clique defenseless
every n+gga in your f+ckin’ squad is a b+tch+n+gga
all y’all n+ggas stupid and dumb
take the motherf+ckin’ machete and go and chop off your arm
word around town i’m hot, go and ring the alarm
every f+ckin’ song i did on, b+tch, i’m droppin’ a bomb
n+gga, pistol to your momma mouth, please remain calm (please remain calm)
f+ck your stupid+ass comments, all y’all clique remain dumb
y’all n+ggas f+ckin’ with us, y’all b+tch remain on
and a million+dollar soul and i still remain sung
so (incredible)
b+tch, it’s clearly evident, i’m too c+cky and relevant
and too f+ckin’ intelligent, you n+ggas celibate (celibate)
i’ll k!ll y’all n+ggas, man, i don’t fear y’all n+ggas
i’ll disappear y’all n+ggas, chop off the ear y’all n+ggas
i can’t hear y’all n+ggas (can’t hear y’all n+ggas)
word around town my clique, man, we stack six figures (we stack six figures)
word around town y’all n+ggas fake, ain’t none real
b+tch, a chopper to your breath, is you n+ggas for real? (is you n+ggas for real?)
what the f+ck you talkin’? i spark up like a pop tart
s.o.d. gang, we gettin’ money like a yacht club
which one of y’all can f+ck with me?
i’m too f+ckin’ new and my jeans cost sixty
man, i’m deep in the game, my empire with desire for
each and every lame+ass rapper to retire
and when i hit the microphone i leave that sh+t on fire
it’s soulja boy tell ’em, b+tch, i swear you n+ggas fired now
n+gga, who’s better? please, tell me who’s better
i’m in the f+ckin’ mall hollister my sweater there
no one better there, no one clever
i’m changing they weather, can’t hold like mayweather, it’s
when i leave the game i bet everybody miss me
my d+ck get hard when a p+ssy+n+gga diss me
b+tch, whatever + i’m ready for whatever, b+tch
i’m ready for the pressure, b+tch
go and put it on my schedule, b+tch
b+tch, and i’m not hesitant
everybody think g stand for gangsta, b+tch, that’s growth and development
soulja boy tell ’em, man, tell ’em where, tell ’em where the f+ck the money at
twenty million for the h+ll of it
check the gucci jeans, the pockets got a big bulge (big bulge)
check my name, the charts, i got a big buzz
bullsh+t and ignorance i don’t indulge
soulja boy ain’t got no money, that’s a insult
say f+ck me your career is over is the result
i give a f+ck, that chopper gon’ hit you, n+gga, go ahead and buck
i see money, my eyes is green like incredible hulk
the choppers is poppin’, the bodies is droppin’, the dollars is coppin’, incredible war
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