Don’t Make Us lyrics

[DJ Montay]
Yeah! One time it's your boy DJ Montay right
Representin that Oomp Camp~!
I got some n*ggas with me
DJ Unk, Yola the Great, and me myself of course man
We bearin up outta Oomp Camp, it goin down
If you don't give a f*ck in this motherf*cker put your middle fingers up
You don't give a f*ck bout that other click n*gga
You know what time it is
Ay ay ay!

Now put them middle fingers up if you don't give a f*ck
Put them middle fingers up if you don't give a f*ck {*3X*}
f*ck them haters, f*ck them snitches (f*ck 'em!) {*3X*}
f*ck them haters, f*ck them snitches

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
n*gga don't make 'em put them hands on you
n*gga don't make 'em pull them heaters on you
n*gga don't make us send the squad on you
n*gga cause we don't give a f*ck about you

[Unk]
You talk a lot of sh*t, but can you back it up
Got 15's with red beams pointin out of trucks
Oh now you backin up, I tried to tell 'em man
You lookin sick, you out here Dodge'n like some Caravans
Oh please don't make me mad, I turn your smile to frown
I'ma put my middle finger up and start to countin down
It goes one don't make me, two three go off
Cause if I do, I'm gon' pop the trunk and reach for that sawed off
Yeah! Cause we ain't playin games, yeah I'm from that 4th Ward
Yeah! I'll find you dead on Bankhead up in Pull Apart{?}
Yeah! You pus*y n*ggas scared, yeah Unk will pull your card
f*ck with that squad like some spades I'll cut your card
It pays the cost to be the boss like Rick Ross I'm hustlin
Fat stacks be doublin while other n*ggas be strugglin
I got them hands and them heaters n*gga now who buckin
And I don't give a f*ck n*gga, better start duckin
[Chorus]

[Interlude]
f*ck you n*gga! {*8X*}
You say motherf*ck me? Naw motherf*ck you! {*4X*}
Now rep your zone (represent) now rep your boys (repesent) {*4X*}
I just don't give a f*ck {*8X*}
pus*y n*gga!

[Chorus]

[D.G. Yola]
Yeah I don't like you, cause you a f*ck n*gga (you a f*ck~!)
You lil' ho (you lil' ho) you old duck n*gga (you a DUCK~!)
Yeah I don't like you, cause you a b*tch n*gga (you a b*tch~!)
You lil' snitch (you lil' snitch) you old f*ck n*gga (ha ha)
Yeah I don't f*cks wit'cha cause you on that other sh*t
You don't f*ck with me cause I'm on that gutter sh*t
You know my steelo, I don't give a f*ck
When you see me, my middle finger up
I slap the taste out'cha mouth, for talkin sideways
Gon' introduce you to my motherf*ckin 12 gauge
Hit 'em up, what's up, I dump and leave a sucker ass in pieces
Lil' bad ass n*gga and nope, you you don't want to see me
They say I'm crazy, like I anm with them demons
We drankin and smokin, whylin and loc'n, and this what we screamin
Yeah, addict temper ho, yeah addict temper b*tch!
Yeah, addict temper ho, yeah addict temper b*tch!
[Chorus]