We Don't Fuck Wit' Dat

Ya see I'm nuttin' but a player, call me "bad news bear"

And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there

And on my second time through, you know how I do

I get some head, and some eggs and I'm gone by 2

I got soundcheck bitch, 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 fuckin' roof off something

We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin'

A bitch got mad cause she didn't get chose

Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe

Your nigga 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

Fuckin' wit' this Click crew

And the worst thing can happen when your out of the state

They lock a nigga down and take away his dank

It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick

Fiendin' for a motherfuckin' fix

A smokin' we will go

Puffin' on indo

So put that bammer back

'Cause we don't fuck wit' that

Smokin' we will go

Puffin' on indo

So put that bammer back

'Cause we don't fuck wit' that

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, fuck some switches

Niggas from the bay smoke it up on bitches

Filas on the gas, smash and yolk

Hoes passin' out 'cause there to much smoke

Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute

I let you hit my weed and it's straight up shittin'

In your draws, Guess jeans and all

And then you had nerve, give E a call

But he called back and wasn't fuckin' wit' you

'Cause hoes down South know good voodoo

Fuck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie

Period blood mixed in your spaghetti

And if I could I would roll a vega