Soulja Boy - Fuck Nigga lyrics

Broke ass nigga broke bitch
Listen up, I'll buy your ass little nigga
Bitch nigga in the building

That's a quarter pound right there and
He ain't even know it
It's Soulja Boy, the rich kid
You even know ain't even know it
That nigga Soulja, that me
You ain't even know it
Go to jail for shit that I did
You ain't even know it
AK, nigga, on deck, bitch, I don't blow it
I'm riding 'round, foreign cars
You ain't even know it
I'm fucking like porno stars and
You ain't even know it
My car autostart, you ain't even know it
Your boss ain't got no heart
You ain't even know it
I walked in and I blow it 100K on the floor
Soulja Boy up at front row
Boy, I got does sipping on Moet
These pussy niggas don't want it
I'm riding 'round with a warrant
I'm smoking on this Kush
And it came straight from California
Your plug, he just got robbed last week
He ain't even know it don't fit the bricks
He hit fifty licks in my spot
I'm riding 'round with that Glock
HOT 'cause I'm hot 20 pistols, my spot
Middle finger to the opps
Middle finger to the cops i got blocks
I got brick bombs and not
Soulja Boy keep a Glock, for them cops
I'm watching out 'cause shit hot
Riding past my spot
Got cameras all in the corner
I'm riding 'round with marijuana
These bitches fake, they know it
Riding around 'bout four
Pussy nigga talk down on SOD squad
Nigga, we gon' blow it
Chopper on the back seat, nigga
But you ain't even know it
Run up on Lil Dre
Then I'ma motherfucking free throw it shoot!

This thousand dollar pack of lean and
You ain't even know it
Every day it's a movie scene
You ain't even know it
This kush straight Cali green
You ain't even know it
I turnt up on the scene
You ain't even know it
Keep a fully loaded magazine
He ain't even know it
Ride 'round, stretch limousines
You ain't even know it
Overseas, up in Japan, he ain't even know it
I got bricks off the kickstand
You ain't even know it

I'm riding 'round with that beef and
You ain't even know it
AK on the front seat, you ain't even know it
Got the 9 under my shirt
I ain't even show it
Nigga ran up on me, yeah I had to blow it
6 ties, you know it
Pop a nigga like "hold it"
Ridin' around 'bout four
Got them bricks for the shallow
From zone one to zone four
East side to the low
Riding 'round with your hoe
Niggas know what's up with Lil Dra'
Talking shit, Imma spray fuck up out my way
Pretty boy swag
Gangster whip with three bricks in the tray
Soulja Boy get high
Every night and every day
Them niggas, yeah, they mad
I can see the look on they face
These niggas mad that we get paper
Pull up, sippin' lean, no chaser
Lil Dre give a fuck about a hater
I'm getting paper my crib got an elevator
I'm flexing hard on you haters
Nah, you ain't even know it
Nah, you ain't even know it

It's a thousand dollar pack of lean
You ain't even know it
My AK magazine, you ain't even know it
Got hollow tips in my clip
You ain't even know it
You try me, let it rip
You ain't even know it
We turnt up in the club
You ain't even know it
You had money in your pocket
You ain't even throw it
See, Soulja Boy gon' blow
You ain't even know it
I'm riding 'round 'bout four
You ain't even know it turn up, turn up
I done killed your beat
You ain't even know it
Got Jordans on my feet
You ain't even know it
Get 100K for a beat, you ain't even know it
Got a 9 under my seat, he ain't
Turn up, turn up, turn up nigga, RIP
Every day I be deep, Rich Gang
I get money while a nigga sleep, that's OD
Soulja Boy gonna toke the heat