Don’t f*ck With Us lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers

[Verse 1]
Look, I ain't really with the talkin', b*tch, I'm really 'bout that action (Yeah)
I'm runnin' up a ticket and f*ckin' b*tches in traffic (Okay)
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a f*ck about a hater (Oh-oh-oh)
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and b*tchin', they like investigatin' (Haha, ow!)
Ain't tryna walk down with that folk, let your homie know
All my n*ggas strapped like GI Joe, man, you n*ggas toast
All you n*ggas pus*y, lyin', claimin' you a real n*gga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real b*tch is

[Chorus]
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a f*ck n*gga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, n*gga, don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't f*ck with us

[Verse 2]
I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To p*ss in the cup, don't give a f*ck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man, I wish a n*gga 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 b*tches only f*ck with G's
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these b*tches in the back of VIP, made that pus*y leak
I can't give that ho a place to sleep, but that pus*y free
f*ckin' with my wolves throwin' P, in London gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, 8Ball, MJG
Shoutout my n*gga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest b*tches know
[Chorus]
Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a f*ck n*gga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, n*gga, don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't f*ck with us

[Verse 3]
A n*gga a savage
Any car that you thought about buyin', I had it
My b*tches the baddest
Any ho that you thought about f*ckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic, always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
b*tches love f*ckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot b*tches
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 n*ggas come after ya

[Chorus]
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a f*ck n*gga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, n*gga, don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't f*ck with us