PerfectSoulja Boy Tell ’Em & Lil B

[Intro: Lil B]
Goddamn, look at my wrist
The bitch iced out (Pretty boys)
Goddamn (PBM), look at my neck
I'm iced out, pretty boy shit

[Verse 1: Lil B]
Bitch, I'm Lex Luger (Swag, woo, swag swag, swag), Soulja Al Pacino (Woo)
Scarface (Swag, swag swag, woo), bitch, I feel like Nino (Swag, Nino)
Bitch, I'm El- (Woo, fuck, fuck it), I don't give no fucks (Woo woo, swag, swag)
I'm rich bitch, that bitch sucked my dick (Heh?), I don't give no fucks (Woo, yeah)
We ridin' in, gettin' up with that bitch squirtin' (Swag, swag, swag, squirtin', swag)
Thirty on my dick (Swag, woo), that bitch felt [?] (Swag, swag, chef, knife)
Came in, niggas swag like I'm Tim, Robin (Swag, knife, swag, woo)
That nigga playing with me (Swag, woo, woo, woo), that nigga suicidal (Woo woo, swag, suicidal)
We came in, niggas playing with them bad bitches (Swag, swag, bad bitches)
Pretty boys, nigga (Swag, nigga, uh-huh), you know we get them figures (Woo woo, get 'em, swag, get 'em, get 'em, swag, get 'em, uh-huh)
Uh, bitch, I feel like Ron Artest (Bitch)
Championship rang (Swag, rang), chain on my neck (Woo, on my neck)
Bling bling like I'm hot, boy (Yes, yes), Chevy rider (Swag, rider)
I'm in MIA (Swag, swag, MIA), and that bitch make it drop (Woo, make it drop, swag, swag swag)
Uh, pretty boys, we getting money (Money, Soulja)
Shouts out Soulja Boy (Soulja, swag), we get that chedda (Swag swag, yes)

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Packed with that heater back, this that nigga Soulja (Dre)
Black like I'm repping for my niggas in Minnesota (Dre)
Dying hell in Memphis, Tennessee, them niggas red (Dre)
SOD gang, and a young boy blessed up (Dre)
Young Smith & Weston to tote that Cali coke, bro (Dre, Dre)
So shout out to my young boys who holdin' it down on Simpson Road (Dre, Dre, Dre)
Back in the days, I was doing the same thing (Dre)
These days, I hit the damn club and make it hurricane (Dre)
Blood to the south (Dre), I drop my boy off on that side (Dre, Dre, Dre)
Then I pull up to my opposition (Dre, Dre), this tool, look, gettin' so hot (Dre, S Beezy)
So I'm listenin' to my partner, he tellin' me that he got a play (Swag)
And I know we 'bout to make a whole lot of cake today
Get the fuck out my way before I let that thing slip off, off, off my hip
And it will catch up (Aww), these niggas slipping, I swear (Dre)
Then I put that on molly, and I put that on my sweat
And I put that on my CD, I will leave you bodybagged (Dre)
Young Killa is with me (Uh), and I swear we is so deep (Uh)
PBM, SOD, a hunnid squad, super deep (Oh, oh, oh)
Hit the block, you know my fucking chain, it is frozed up (Swag, Dre)
A story for you niggas now, S Beezy growed up
I hit the block, man, I'm po'd up (Dre)
Throwed up, 28 inches when I rolled up
Hunnid stores, send it to Bel Air, bitch, I'm ballin' (Dre)
Put the amp up on that bitch and turn it up, I'm ballin'
Young ass ho still got a Glock and a AK (Oh, oh, Soulja)
Shoot a nigga quick if he disrespect my affiliates (Soulja, Soulja, Soulja, Soulja)
I don't give a fuck where he come from (Dre), get him out (Dre)
Young SB, twelve ice chains (Uh, uh), whip 'em out (Uh uh)
Posted in my living room (In my living room), all white everything (All white everything)
Smoking on that other shit (Smoking on that other shit), yeah, this that Mary Jane (Yeah, this that Mary Jane)
Blowing on that young thang (Dre), posted up in Asia (Dre, Dre)
SOD gang, bitch, shoot you in your face, ho (Yeah)