We Don’t f*ck Wit’ That lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
Ya see I'm nuthin' but a player, call me "Bad News Bear"
And everywhere a n*gga go you know I check a hoe there
And on my second time through, you know how I do
I get some head, eat some eggs and I'm gone by 2
I got soundcheck b*tch, the shows is at 6
So if you coming in, bring your woman-friends
I got a few dogs posted at my telly
D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly
And we gon' try to tear the f*ckin' roof off something
We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin'
A b*tch got mad 'cause she didn't get chose
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Your n*gga went wild when he first seen that
Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat
We was back to the tell' 'cause we bail on them boys in blue
f*ckin' wit this Click crew
And the worst thing can happen when your out of the state
They lock a n*gga down and take away his dank
It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick
Fiendin' for a motherf*ckin' fix

[Chorus 2X: E-40]
A smokin' we will go
Puffin' on indo
So put that bammer back
'Cause we don't f*ck wit' that
[Verse 2]
I left Minnesota 'cause the spot was tired
Hit Louisville and the spot was fire
Old school sittin' on straight-laced kicks
Reminding me of 1986
Fools burnin' rubber, f*ck some switches
n*ggas from the Bay smoke it up on b*tches
Filas on the gas, smash and yolk
Hoes passin' out 'cause there's too much smoke
Gary, Indiana, b*tch gone in a minute
I let you hit my weed and you straight up sh*tted
In your draws, Guess jeans and all
And then you had nerve to give E a call
But he called back and wasn't f*ckin' wit you
'Cause hoes down South know good voodoo
f*ck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie
Period blood mixed in your spaghetti
And if I could I would roll a vega
From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz
You n*ggas light it for me and I'm pass it to Quinn
And let it out when you get to ten

[Chorus 2X: E-40]
A ethyl we will go
Drankin' on some mo'
So put that weak sh*t back
'Cause we don't f*ck wit' that
[Verse 3]
I'm finally hittin' Cali after three weeks gone
Done ran out of bomb and I'm glad to be home
Now who on my phone, Dante or Brew?
I'll be there in a minute to do what we do
See, it's a tree that we got, 'cause we gon' smoke
And blow big dope from young body and know
And I can't give a f*ck if you're drunk off swamp
I'mma give you a 5 we gon' light the twamp
Hit to the doobie, throw the sh*t in the street
Somethin' for the homies that be restin' in peace
The sh*t won't cease 'til I see D
I know my homie got a fat blunt for me
Pineapple juice, Malibu Rum
151 get your di*khead numb
When it gets like that, you know I gots to f*ck
Or maybe kickback and get my di*khead sucked
I won't ask for much, just ass and guts
And brand new speakers for my old-school Cut
A big fat sack of that doja
So I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed to

[Chorus: E-40]
Hoe-hoppin we will go
Smokin' on indo
So put that bammer back
'Cause we don't f*ck wit' that
Ethyl we will go
Drankin' on some mo'
So put that weak sh*t back
'Cause, uh, we don't f*ck wit' that, n*gga