Soulja Boy — Incredible War

[Verse] Uh, uh (Incredible) Diss Beezy, body in lake placid Spit rapid, bitch, I'm so savage If a nigga want it I will let a nigga have it What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? I got the right tactics Bitch, quit (Bitch, quit) - you on my shit list Five-four of my goons to put your head on my hit list Word around town I rip your whole clique defenseless Every nigga in your fuckin' squad is a bitch-nigga All y'all niggas stupid and dumb Take the motherfuckin' machete and go and chop off your arm Word around town I'm hot, go and ring the alarm Every fuckin' song I did on, bitch, I'm droppin' a bomb Nigga, pistol to your momma mouth, please remain calm (Please remain calm) Fuck your stupid-ass comments, all y'all clique remain dumb Y'all niggas fuckin' with us, y'all bitch remain on And a million-dollar soul and I still remain sung So (Incredible) Bitch, it's clearly evident, I'm too cocky and relevant And too fuckin' intelligent, you niggas celibate (Celibate) I'll kill y'all niggas, man, I don't fear y'all niggas I'll disappear y'all niggas, chop off the ear y'all niggas I can't hear y'all niggas (Can't hear y'all niggas) Word around town my clique, man, we stack six figures (We stack six figures) Word around town y'all niggas fake, ain't none real Bitch, a chopper to your breath, is you niggas for real? (Is you niggas for real?) What the fuck 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 fuck with me? I'm too fuckin' 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 shit on fire It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, bitch, I swear you niggas fired now Nigga, who's better? Please, tell me who's better I'm in the fuckin' 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 dick get hard when a pussy-nigga diss me Bitch, whatever - I'm ready for whatever, bitch I'm ready for the pressure, bitch Go and put it on my schedule, bitch Bitch, and I'm not hesitant Everybody think G stand for gangsta, bitch, that's growth and development Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, man, tell 'em where, tell 'em where the fuck the money at Twenty million for the hell of it Check the Gucci jeans, the pockets got a big bulge (Big bulge) Check my name, the charts, I got a big buzz Bullshit and ignorance I don't indulge Soulja Boy ain't got no money, that's a insult Say fuck me your career is over is the result I give a fuck, that chopper gon' hit you, nigga, 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