Incredible War lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, uh (Incredible)
Diss Beezy, body in lake placid
Spit rapid, b*tch, I'm so savage
If a n*gga want it I will let a n*gga have it
What the f*ck you talkin' 'bout? I got the right tactics
b*tch, quit (b*tch, quit) - you on my sh*t list
Five-four of my goons to put your head on my hit list
Word around town I rip your whole clique defenseless
Every n*gga in your f*ckin' squad is a b*tch-n*gga
All y'all n*ggas stupid and dumb
Take the motherf*ckin' machete and go and chop off your arm
Word around town I'm hot, go and ring the alarm
Every f*ckin' song I did on, b*tch, I'm droppin' a bomb
n*gga, pistol to your momma mouth, please remain calm (Please remain calm)
f*ck your stupid-ass comments, all y'all clique remain dumb
Y'all n*ggas f*ckin' with us, y'all b*tch remain on
And a million-dollar soul and I still remain sung
So (Incredible)
b*tch, it's clearly evident, I'm too c*cky and relevant
And too f*ckin' intelligent, you n*ggas celibate (Celibate)
I'll kill y'all n*ggas, man, I don't fear y'all n*ggas
I'll disappear y'all n*ggas, chop off the ear y'all n*ggas
I can't hear y'all n*ggas (Can't hear y'all n*ggas)
Word around town my clique, man, we stack six figures (We stack six figures)
Word around town y'all n*ggas fake, ain't none real
b*tch, a chopper to your breath, is you n*ggas for real? (Is you n*ggas for real?)
What the f*ck you talkin'? I spark up like a pop tart
S.O.D. Gang, we gettin' money like a yacht club
Which one of y'all can f*ck with me?
I'm too f*ckin' new and my jeans cost sixty
Man, I'm deep in the game, my empire with desire for
Each and every lame-ass rapper to retire
And when I hit the microphone I leave that sh*t on fire
It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, b*tch, I swear you n*ggas fired now
n*gga, who's better? Please, tell me who's better
I'm in the f*ckin' mall Hollister my sweater there
No one better there, no one clever
I'm changing they weather, can't hold like Mayweather, it's
When I leave the game I bet everybody miss me
My di*k get hard when a pus*y-n*gga diss me
b*tch, whatever - I'm ready for whatever, b*tch
I'm ready for the pressure, b*tch
Go and put it on my schedule, b*tch
b*tch, and I'm not hesitant
Everybody think G stand for gangsta, b*tch, that's growth and development
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, man, tell 'em where, tell 'em where the f*ck the money at
Twenty million for the hell of it
Check the Gucci jeans, the pockets got a big bulge (Big bulge)
Check my name, the charts, I got a big buzz
Bullsh*t and ignorance I don't indulge
Soulja Boy ain't got no money, that's a insult
Say f*ck me your career is over is the result
I give a f*ck, that chopper gon' hit you, n*gga, go ahead and buck
I see money, my eyes is green like Incredible Hulk
The choppers is poppin', the bodies is droppin', the dollars is coppin', incredible war