They Don’t Want It

Lyrics

[Intro] (Real nigga— real nigga radio) (Okay, I'm reloaded) They don't want it with us Ayy, you know what time it is, nigga They don't want it with us Cocaine 5, White Friday, pussy So come shop with me They don't want it with us Record label who? Nigga, I do my own thing Cocaine 5, nigga, I'm in my own lane Record label who? Nigga, I do my own thing Cocaine— Cocaine— cocaine— Cocaine— (Bring that shit back one more time, nigga) [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Record label who? Nigga, I do my own thing Cocaine 5, nigga, I'm in my own lane Runnin' 'round with shooters, young niggas, they insane I&E the mob, nigga, I got my own gang Bigga, Bigga Rankin, you better tell these niggas Work in the U-Haul, respect down in Duval Hundred clips, a hundred bricks before I ever knew y'all Walkin' through your hood like, "What up? What it do, dog?" Fake-ass trappers, phony-ass rappers Niggas say anything to sell they lil' albums (True) Choppers on the tour bus, feds tryna grab 'em Phantom in the driveway, still ain't dropped an album [Chorus] They don't want it with us Fuck it, it's Cocaine, nigga White Friday, nigga They don't want it with us They don't want it with us (Ayy) They don't want it with us [Verse 2: Zed Zilla] Ayy, they might puff dro and they might fuck hoes Ayo, all I know? They don't want it with us I'm talkin' 'bout everywhere I go, I got choppers and four-fours First sucker even lookin' like he want it, I bust I'm mister Z-E-D, I be Southside coastin' Plenty syrup, plenty dro, now I'm in slow motion Shooter hit your head, stomach, leg all in one motion For the he said, she said causin' a commotion When you take your shirt off, then them Crips think you Locing to get the bullets out, the doctors C-sectioned you open All my niggas straight killer like the illa we be smokin' So if a nigga fuckin' with us, in the river he be floatin', Zilla [Chorus] They don't want it with us They don't want it with us They don't want it with— They don't want it with us [Verse 3: Starlito] Reefer and a heater, cocaina fever Bruh gave me a chance, time to make the world believers Grind like it's overtime, call us overachievers Made my quota off of overs, that way I sold them cheaper cashville, got a whole platoon full of goons See, this pistol, that's the preview, the bullets, they comin' soon movie shit, think Lord of War Or maybe Blow, I'm the college-age Jordan, hella weed Hella weed and the gun make it a felony Fifty-pound bale, aw hell, I know the smell on me Weighin' up the LBs, they payin' up to twelve a piece Keep havin' nightmares of niggas tryna tell on me