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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Vocals
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Composer
Ricardo Lamarre
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
DeAndre Way
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Verona
Engineer
Rico Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Soulja
[Verse 2]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well, my dough thicker
You talk shit, I will kick your door, ****
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon
[Verse 3]
AK47 got them dialin' 911
I pull that trigger, y'all fuck with my lil' ****
I come through, get ya, hop out, them hollows hit ya
Keep thinkin' it's a game, **** ain't playin'
[Verse 4]
Soulja Boy, I'll bust yo brain
**** talkin' all that shit, y'all **** cannot represent
Fuckin' with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla, ****
I split ya, I deal with ya
[Verse 5]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life, ****
I won't tell ya twice
Bitch, go run, do the dougie, all the gangstas, they love me
These hoes, they be all on me
They can't help that they want me
They want me back
[Verse 6]
I'm on another level, bitch
You heard me say that you do
SOD, I never mentioned you because you not worthy
[Verse 7]
Yeah, we royalty, don't talk to me
Bitch, you not worthy
[Verse 8]
Mean mug, ****, you gon' mug who?
Rob me, ****, we gon' rob you
Choppers on me, ****, we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, ****, fuck your mean mugs
[Verse 9]
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
[Verse 10]
When I'm trippin', I'm twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, hoe, duck down when I start gettin'
I'm iced out, bitch, my neck and my ears drippin'
I lost count, all this paper I be gettin'
[Verse 11]
Any fuckin' game, ****, pass me the ball
And watch a **** ball, I'm Gucci to the draws
I'm plenty over all, I don't really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up
[Verse 12]
Lick me up till I pop, shawty swallow every drop
From the balls to the top, she must do this shit a lot
She's a freak, she's a pro, got that paper it's a go
Bring the Kush, burn the dro, she might bless ya on that low
[Verse 13]
Man, that's why I pick you up off the ground
If you make those fuckin' sound
Disrespect my fuckin' crew, bitch, is you fuckin' clown?
Get the fuck back, ****, we up in the club
High as fuck, talk shit and you gon' get dropped
[Verse 14]
Mean mug, ****, you gon' mug who?
Rob me, ****, we gon' rob you
Choppers on me, ****, we don't give a fuck
I'm in the club, ****, fuck your mean mugs
[Verse 15]
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mug, ****, fuck your mean mug
[Verse 16]
Yeah
Misery loves company, ****
I send you to see your dead motherfuckin' homies
Come by, it's 187 at most
Chop, choppin' out the windows
Get out of my face ****, the fuck is you lookin' at?
I will spin that motherfuckin' barrel at you, ****
Try me
Ooh, I want you to try me, ****
Written by: 50 Cent, Ricardo Lamarre, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em