Don't Fuck With Us

[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