Nobody f*cking With Me lyrics

[Hook]
Ain’t nobody f*cking with me
Ain’t nobody f*cking with me
Ain’t nobody f*cking with me

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, now ain’t nobody f*cking with Emili
With a couple bad b*tches that’ll suck us till they silly
From the Roc and I been living like a boxer outta Philly
And I’m running up the Rocky stair, lucky that I gotten here
A little Pac in him, little bit of Jay, a lot of Em
A little Pun and Hector Lavoe so them women wanting him
Now that’s a Latin swag, full price for half a bag
Young and I had nothing, I ain’t never going back to that
Wherever we go, you know we getting c-notes
Making money off your f*cking reservations like casino
My b*tches never need clothes ‘cause they covered in weed smoke
My memory is foggy, I forgotten how to be broke
They know we hungry how we roll around
So if we bite the hand that feed, it’s ‘cause it only trying to hold us down
Latinos growing now, every show, we showing out
Y’all are f*cking crazy trying to slow us down

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[Verse Two: XV]
R-I-P to those Mercedes doors
They suicide and I ain’t even save ‘em lord
A simple life full of nights that you go crazy for
Blaze at dorms with crazy whores, hotel rooms with 80 floors
Hold up, sit, there may be more but I’m no Oompa Loompa
So these dudes will never play me short, mind is like I’m 84
Flow is like I’m 90's bred and grind is like I’m 80's born
Flow is still with all these threats that all these naked bitties want
n*ggas ask how the rap game changed, how?
First thing I answer is the rap game ain’t me
Authenticity isn't vivid, it’s seen faintly
Lately, I haven’t been placing where n*ggas place me
Wouldn’t be preaching if n*ggas made masterpieces
But basely, these n*ggas been blatantly f*cking tracing
Green, turn on the lantern and Bruce Banner just got angry
Backpacks, hundred stacks, going green, ain’t we?
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[Verse Three: Chris Webby]
Aye Emilio, let me drop the beat, a Conneticut prodigy
You probably what have people asking who let the monster free
No need to do it modestly, lyrically
Leave ‘em with more holes than George W’s environmental policies
Honestly, this is just another f*cking story told
Taking over the planet from Alaska to Borneo
Joints rolled tighter than a 20 when you snorting blow
I’m Al Capone taking over for Johnny Torrio
Boss status, feather in my fedora
My backpack pack fat like Dora the Explorer
You just a minnow motherf*cker, Webby is an orca
I’m the lord of the f*cking rings and you hobbits getting tortured
The sword of Excalibur so who’s my next challenger?
You Jeff Goldblums got a T-Rex after ya
So you must go faster, must go faster
‘Cause when they handing us a mic, we’ll crush those rappers

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