incredible war - soulja boy 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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