don't fuck with us

Singer:brown, chris

look

i ain't really with the talkin'

bitch i'm really 'bout that action

i'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic

got a hundred million dollars

i could give a fuck about a hater

oh

they be with the snitchin' and bitchin'

they like investigatin'

ain't tryna run down with that 4

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

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

i got too many felonies

my po keep tellin' me

to piss in a 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'mma slide

you gon' rest in peace

i got a couple bands in my hand right now

me and all my homies

know these bitches only fuck with gs

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 hoe a place to sleep

but that pussy free

fuckin' with my woods

throwin' ps

in london

gettin' p

i'm just throwin' on that project pat

8-ball

mjg

shoutout my nigga juicy j

know i keep that drink on me

all the baddest bitches know

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

a nigga a savage

any car that you thought 'bout buyin'

i had it

my bitches the baddest

any hoe 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

100 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

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