Soulja Boy — Fuck Nigga Lil Yachty Diss

[Intro] Broke ass nigga Broke bitch Listen up, I'll buy your ass little nigga Bitch nigga in the building [Verse 1] That's a quarter pound right there and he ain't even know it It's Soulja Boy, the rich kid, you even know ain't even know it That nigga Soulja, that me, you ain't even know it Go to jail for shit that I did, you ain't even know it AK, nigga, on deck, bitch, I don't blow it I'm riding 'round, foreign cars, you ain't even know it I'm fucking like porno stars and you ain't even know it My car autostart, you ain't even know it Your boss ain't got no heart, you ain't even know it I walked in and I blow it 100K on the floor Soulja Boy up at front row Boy, I got does sipping on Moet These pussy niggas don't want it I'm riding 'round with a warrant I'm smoking on this Kush And it came straight from California Your plug, he just got robbed last week, he ain't even know it Don't fit the bricks, he hit fifty licks in my spot I'm riding 'round with that Glock H.O.T. 'cause I'm hot 20 pistols, my spot Middle finger to the opps Middle finger to the cops I got blocks I got brick bombs and not Soulja Boy keep a Glock, for them cops I'm watching out 'cause shit hot Riding past my spot Got cameras all in the corner I'm riding 'round with marijuana These bitches fake, they know it Riding around 'bout four Pussy nigga talk down on SOD squad Nigga, we gon' blow it Chopper on the back seat, nigga, but you ain't even know it Run up on Lil Dre, then I'ma motherfucking free throw it Shoot! [Hook] This thousand dollar pack of lean and you ain't even know it Every day it's a movie scene, you ain't even know it This kush straight Cali green, you ain't even know it I turnt up on the scene, you ain't even know it Keep a fully loaded magazine, he ain't even know it Ride 'round, stretch limousines, you ain't even know it Overseas, up in Japan, he ain't even know it I got bricks off the kickstand, you ain't even know it [Verse 2] I'm riding 'round with that beef and you ain't even know it A.K. on the front seat, you ain't even know it Got the 9 under my shirt, I ain't even show it Nigga ran up on me, yeah I had to blow it 6 ties, you know it Pop a nigga like "hold it" Ridin' around 'bout four Got them bricks for the shallow From zone one to zone four East side to the low Riding 'round with your hoe Niggas know what's up with Lil Dra' Talking shit, Imma spray Fuck up out my way Pretty boy swag, gangster whip with three bricks in the tray Soulja Boy get high Every night and every day Them niggas, yeah, they mad I can see the look on they face These niggas mad that we get paper Pull up, sippin' lean, no chaser Lil Dre give a fuck about a hater, I'm getting paper My crib got an elevator I'm flexing hard on you haters Nah, you ain't even know it Nah, you ain't even know it [Outro] It's a thousand dollar pack of lean, you ain't even know it My A.K. magazine, you ain't even know it Got hollow tips in my clip, you ain't even know it You try me, let it rip, you ain't even know it We turnt up in the club, you ain't even know it You had money in your pocket, you ain't even throw it See, Soulja Boy gon' blow, you ain't even know it I'm riding 'round 'bout four, you ain't even know it Turn up, turn up I done killed your beat, you ain't even know it Got Jordans on my feet, you ain't even know it Get 100K for a beat, you ain't even know it Got a 9 under my seat, he ain't... Turn up, turn up, turn up Nigga, R.I.P Every day I be deep, Rich Gang I get money while a nigga sleep, that's O.D Soulja Boy gonna toke the heat