diss track

sellin weed, sellin dope

I am done eating soap, hanging from a fucking rope.

all the shit I talk about is real dope.

 

ya, ok listen up to my words,

soulja boy, you act all hard,

you are getting on my fucking nerves,

you are a ghetto retard.

 

stay away, I took all yo fame, and yo game.

you aint the same, I'm not the one to blame.

but we gonna watch you burn up in flames.

these are my rap lyrics, you mise well fear them.

while I'm picking out them weed stems.

 

you can give me all yo hundred dolla bills, so I can clear it.

these are my rap lyrics that I spit. why u sittin over their in the corner

eaten my girls tits.

bitch please why u tryin to act fit imma put a hit and run on yo black ass.

 

throw u in the ditch why u eaten that grass