U Really Don’t Wanna f*ck With Us lyrics

[Hook - 2x]
You really, don't wanna f*ck with us
n*gga, we armed and we dangerous
You really, don't wanna f*ck with us
Playing them games, will get you hoes f*cked up

[Dougie D]
Knock knock on the motherf*cking door, n*gga who is it
It's Dougie, up in your motherf*cking ear so b*tch listen
Sick and tired of telling you b*tches, quit playing them games
Me and my dog barking and grinding, and off of the chain
Feel froggy then jump, b*tch if you want to
But this motherf*cking slug in this gauge, is going through you
I ain't scared of you b*tches, I told you hoes already
And I f*ck with a click of guerillas, that's all ready
Ok any case, worst case come first
Your head start to get big, your head get burst
I'm a motherf*cking G, and lil' b*tch I'm about that
You don't wanna feel that 45, splitting your wig back
Don't do 'em like that, get this gat if you wanna
Come around these parts tripping, your people get disappointed
Feel sorry for your mother, now that the drama end
Bulls gon learn by f*cking around, with these grown ass men

[Hook - 2x]
[Lil B]
You can't f*ck with us, we do 'em doing dangerous
It's a must I bust, and leave haters in the dust
You can call a n*gga danger, keeping one in the chamber
Busting at any n*gga, running up I think a stranger
Me and my n*gga Doug, we be ready for war
You know who we are, Slow Loud And Bangin' slug in your car
I'm sick and tired of playing games, with b*tches and hoes
These n*ggas and foes, time to start kicking in do's
You get your wig split quick, talking sh*t bout South Klique
Lil B still that n*gga, you hoes can't f*ck with
In the booth or in the streets, I'm bringing you heat
Like 4-4's and calicoes, you n*ggas is weak, you can't f*ck with us

[Lil Sha]
Trick ass buster, we ain't scrapping
That's like P.O.'s dealing with the dead, it ain't happening
I'm gon make you hoes, disappear this year
Soon as I pop the top, on this beer
Put the light to the sweet, c*ck back the heat
Make a n*gga turn the other side, of his cheek
Talk is cheap, so n*ggas gon give out a lot
I pull out the AK, and clear out the whole block
n*ggas running like Emmit Smith, Trae's Glock the gift
Load it up so fast, and bust so swift
C-Walking, G talking with a extra clip
Let another motherf*cker, be the next to trip b*tch
[Hook - 2x]

[Mr. 3-2]
Ride dirty and packed, big heat
Square up with boys, and slap out n*ggas teeth
Breaking up concrete, when I stomp down
Mr. 3-2, I'm the Boss of H-Town
Don't make me clown, and act a god damn fool
Letting n*ggas have it, with the 4-5 tool
Baby I'm old school, I'll pop the trunk
Let n*ggas have it, and kill me some punks
Just let somebody jump, or step out of line
I'ma click-clack c*ck it back, now you flat line
Smash and stomp down, with that boy Dougie D
Taking no sh*t, b*tch it's S.U.C

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Hoe ass boy, I'll put you on your back pocket
Can't get up, b*tch ass n*gga
Know I'm tal'n bout, know I'm saying
Little fool little martian, I slap n*ggas into another dimension
And it's for real, all the time live and direct
f*cking with a big n*gga like me, heavyweighting
Smashing and stomping down, breaking up concrete
When I walk round this b*tch, know I'm tal'n bout