S-s-s-soulja boy told ya

[chorus: x2]
Yeah you talk alotta shit but it aint called fo.
You run yo mouth just like a snitch but it aint called fo.
You be talkin in the streets but it aint called fo.
You gon get yo ass beat now dats called fo.

[verse 1:]
Man calm yo ass down it ain't called fo all that bullshit.
I heard you got that tool sittin on deck then lets pull it.
Bitch, heard you fake, heard you think you great.
If you got that [?] on yo chest don't under estimate.
Man runnin up on this gettin knocked out just like they clique
Poppin off up at the mouth then ball up yo fuckin fist.
Bumpin out the fuckin frame,hataz love to speak mah name
Wishin they had mah rank, but they aint,and they know the lane.

[chorus: x2]
Yeah you talk alotta shit but it aint called fo.
You run yo mouth just like a snitch but it aint called fo.
You be talkin in the streets but it aint called fo.
You gon get yo ass beat now dats called fo.

[verse 2:]
Come here lil bitch,you wanna get buck
You is a hoe.i bet you won't know her.
Nigga you firin like you was gon scrap
Come in my hood,you'll fill in they gat.
Alla that talkin like you is so core
Nigga yo lace so you [?] the poor.
You is a punk so you would get slapped.
Fuck all that shit you'll fill in they gat
Blastin yo brain now you on yo back
Fuck what you say,you scream and i'll blast.
You is a pussy, you know thats a lane,
[?] hoe you think it's a game.
Me and my clique, we crunk off the chain
Them hollister bullets that go thru yo brain
I'm that blue you know that true.
Can't fuck wit my clique you know that you'll lose!

[chorus x2]

Yeah you talk alotta shit but it aint called fo.
You run yo mouth just like a snitch but it aint called fo.
You be talkin in the streets but it aint called fo.
You gon get yo ass beat now dats called fo.

[fade to end]