Shit Ya Drawers

[Chorus: ?] You can't fuck with me, ’cause you ain''t got the balls I’ll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch You can't fuck with me, 'cause you ain''t got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch [Verse 1: ?] They wanna fuck with us, but they ain''t got the balls [?] breaking all the laws You fuck around with me, I’ll put your face on the wall Put your name in the sand, in memory of A-Town, [?] Coming through [?] ain’t nothing [?] Go toe to toe with me, and you will shed blood Wait a minute, pussy nigga, hold up You fuck around and get your ass [?] up [?] get your house blowed up I make a nigga wish he never showed up Leave town [?] Bitch [Chorus: ?] You can't fuck with me, ’cause you ain''t got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch You can’t fuck with me, 'cause you ain''t got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch [Verse 2: ?] 6 foot 2, nigga, and [?] I've been rapping for a minute, y'all should know my name I got a [?] come and touch my [?] I got a [?] that will pay all my bills [?] I will kill, put a price on your head [?] I'm in the hood, get a punk bitch dead Yeah you heard what I said, ain't playing the whole game Konkrete, Purple Ribin, kick ass and take names [?] gold chains, [?] price of cheap liquor My birthday keep coming, so my [?] I'm a pistol whipper, guaranteed to empty the clip Leave your home [?] Know about it, read about it, [?] south Run up on it, [?] I will knock you out It's all good, nigga, I'm in the hood, nigga [?] [Chorus: ?] You can't fuck with me, 'cause you ain''t got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch You can't fuck with me, 'cause you ain''t got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch [Verse 3: Supa Nate] Ain't no nigga fuck with us, we carey them S.K.S.'s Glock infrared [?] tampon basket We'll box you in your motherfucking mouth if we have to I ain't your average rapper, my nigga, I'll blast ya Punk bitch, [?] nothing but gangsta shit [?] from the floor, real niggas respecting [?] Ain't a damn thing changed, me and Bone still the same [?] fuck niggas Bust a nigga head, [?] Catch Nate slippin, it's unlikely I'll light your ass up, like the fourth of July [?] cash [?] cry [Chorus: ?] You can't fuck with me, 'cause you ain''t got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch You can't fuck with me, 'cause you ain't got the balls I'll snatch your heart out, and make you shit in your drawrs Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch Punk bitch