Damage EBK Young Joc (Ft. Soulja Boy)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
If I got it, then you know it ain't a question
If they don't know the real, it's whatever keep them guessing
200 on the dash, don't think the rollas finna catch this
Ice on me, where the tester? You can test it
FaceTime that pussy, baby, I ain't with the texting
Your last nigga broke, tell me what was his investments?
Yeah we got chops, well we gotta rip through vests
The nigga live, you probably can't even mannage
I'm sippin juice to kill the pain, I'm damaged
Forever scarred, war ones I need a bandage
Oh you ain't heard about Lil Sleeze? He a bandit
Walk ups, brodie bro get to cramming
You got a problem, I'll leave him where he standing
Shit talker, I be talking out, they can't stand it
Throw him some, I'ma drop 20, let him catch it
You a dumb fuck, left the house without your weapon
Bigfoot, I'ma leave a print where I'm steppin
Better ask the last rat, that is not excepting
That is not excepting
Better ask the last rat, that is not excepting

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Hundred bands in the shoe box
Young nigga hit the trap, I got two Glocks
Faceshot, headshot gang [?] money up
Hundred fifty thousand in a Louie bag, duffled up
Fuck nigga say they want work, we gon' wet him up
My young nigga wildin, he pop the [?] off a Brinx truck
Reaching for my chain, we gon' spray up the whole club
Right wrist Cuban Link, young nigga spent a whole dub
When I stepped in the door, niggas already know what it was
VVS bust down, my whole shit frozed up
You know what the fuck goin' on, we 'bout to pour up
The light hit my chain and my neck, they like hold up