We Don't F**k 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 From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz You niggas light it for me and I'm pass it to Quinn And let it out when you get to chin A ethyl we will go Drankin' on some mo' So put that weak shit back 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that Ethyl we will go Drankin' on some mo' So put that weak shit back 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that I'm finally hittin' Cali after three weeks gone Done ran out of bomb and I'm glad to be home Now who on my phone, Dante or Brew? I'll be there in a minute to do what we do See, it's a tree that we got, 'cause we gone smoke And blow big dope from young body and know And I can't give a fuck if you're drunk off swamp Imma give you a 5 we gone light the twamp Hit to the doobie, throw the shit in the street Somethin' for the homies that be restin' in peace The shit won't cease 'till I see D I know my homie got a fat blunt for me Pineapple juice, malibu rum 151 get your dickhead numb When it gets like that, you know I gots to fuck Or maybe kickback and get my dickhead sucked I won't ask for much, just ass and guts And brand new speakers for my oldschool cut A big fat sack of that doja So I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed to Hoe-hoppin we will go Smokin' on indo So put that bammer back 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that Ethyl we will go Drankin' on some mo' So put that weak shit back 'Cause, uh, we don't fuck wit' that, nigga