[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
