Don't Fuck With Us

Lyrics

[Intro] Ear Drummers [Verse 1] Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch, I'm really 'bout that action (Yeah) I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic (Okay) Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater (Oh-oh-oh) Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin' (Haha, ow!) Ain't tryna walk down with that folk, let your homie know All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man, you niggas toast All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is [Chorus] And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time Won't give it all to a fuck nigga Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga, don't make me a killer You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us [Verse 2] I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me To piss in the cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed Plottin' in the club, man, I wish a nigga plot on me Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'ma slide, you gon' rest in peace Got a couple bands in my hand right now But me and all my homies know these bitches only fuck with G's Now I can see why you hatin' me All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak I can't give that ho a place to sleep, but that pussy free Fuckin' with my wolves throwin' P, in London gettin' P I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, 8Ball, MJG Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me All the baddest bitches know [Chorus] Won't waste my time Won't give it all to a fuck nigga Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga, don't make me a killer You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us [Verse 3] A nigga a savage Any car that you thought about buyin', I had it My bitches the baddest Any ho that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it You spendin' paper and plastic, always tryna come up on a plug Run a check up like I run her up Bitches love fuckin' with a thug OHB, only hot bitches Out here ballin', too much confidence One hundred B, ain't no stoppin' this Out here brackin', you need binoculars See my team, diamonds immaculate Sing sing, send 'em packages Bang bang, in the line of fire Then them niggas come after ya [Chorus] And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time Won't give it all to a fuck nigga Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga, don't make me a killer You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us