Soulja Boy — Pressure Tyga & DJ Akademiks Diss

[Intro] Yeah Ch-Ch-Ch, Ah-Ah-Ah Huh, yeah Drako, yeah Hoo [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] These niggas be pussy Pull on they block I'm smoking on cookie .223 bullets I shoot then I took it Make the wrong move you get filled up with bullets 380 turn his dreads to a mullet Whipping that dope like I’m cooking up cookies Most of these rap niggas they be pussy I mixed the Bathing Ape with the Stussy Pop on your block then I shoot it up Young Drako, nigga put bricks in a armored truck Make the wrong move I'ma pop up Whippin' that dope and then trap ’til it lock up In high school I had 50 bricks in my locker Sippin' lean it came straight from the doctor A young rich nigga, you know that I'm whippin' it Sippin' on lean it came with prescription Real street nigga, pull up on Akademiks (Pull up) Man, I miss the Actavis I been here for 200 pint, I wasn't taxing [?] Chopper hit him made the nigga do back-flips Serve a hundred junkies down it's a quick trip Ice on my Rollie like I got a busted lip Ice on my wrist like I got a broke wrist They wanna snitch but they don't know shit Serving white girl, same color lotion Calm the fuck down with all that commotion Sippin’ lean in my emotions Make the wrong move, Young Drako he gone smoke ’em I prefer different tones in my choker (Four tones) I buss down and gave him a Rollie She talking to Drako like she really know me I went to Dubai, just me and Kobe Crashed the Bentley truck like it was stolen [Verse 2: Go Yayo] Skrrt, skrrt I crashed the Bentley truck, went and bought a Lamb' HoodFame USA, you know we go ham Cook up that dope like your Granny cookin’ spam Lamborghini truck, bitch this ain't no Ram Every nigga diss, on foe, he got blammed Official killer, I'll do it on it cam Tax on that work, call me Yayo Uncle Sam HoodFame USA, shoot you in your face Sip so much lean, you would thought I got lifes Cut Throat ENT ain't duckin’ no beef Only run from police, you try me it's a murder case Left the Draco, hit ass with my other K Drop another tape and raise up the murder rate Go Yayo a dope boy, move weight by the plane My auntie snorting dope right up off the plate I know I'm skinny but lil' bitch I got weight King of my city, OG in my state Couple youngin's touch your face I keep that thuwop with me like that bitch was my bae Fuck her in the trap, ain't going on dates You kissing that bitch and I'm fuckin' her face (Free) HoodFame youngin, I'm the champ, first place (Champion) Give my heart up to a tramp, no way (No) Nigga play and he get blammed, closed case Now he lost and never found, no trace (Where?) Came a long way eating food off a tray (Long way) If you don't wanna die, stay the fuck out my way, bitch Yayo! Fuck nigga