Combat lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yuh

[Verse]
Ayy, these n*ggas ain't ready for no combat (Combat)
I pull out my Tec, and my choppa (Man down)
Pray these n*ggas die, and they momma
I don't want to talk unless we talking f*cking commas (Ayy)
n*gga, I will steal your b*tch in my f*cking Honda (Honda)
Gucci, Louis, mixed with f*cking Prada (Yuh)
Diamonds imported all the way from Yokohama (Ayy)
Boys running out, so I take out my katana
Watch out n*gga, it might f*cking chop ya
b*tch said she in love
I don't speak no English, I say, "Nada"
Chilling with my n*ggas smoking ganja ([?])
In Cuba, chilling with Tupac in Havana
f*cking that b*tch, yeah, Rihanna, in my Pumas
Look at that n*gga (Look at that)
Put a hole in his head like a beluga (Like a beluga)
Beat that n*gga up like some tuna
Smoking that n*gga up like a hookah (Yeah)
[?] that b*tch like a ninja
b*tch, they call me $NOT, we [?], uh (Yeah)
f*ck on that b*tch, then I leave her
n*ggas got me going super saiyan like Vеgeta (Vegeta)
I don't f*ck with nonе of ya (Nah)
I pull out my nina (Ayy)
And I split these n*ggas up
Automatic weapon hiding in my f*cking tommy trunk (Tommy trunk)
I don't know these n*ggas, n*ggas look like some f*cking punks
I take out my heater, then I put they bodies in the f*cking trunk
Yuh