I Don't Fck With You

Intro:
Willie D
Flip flop as*
Ah Yeah
Geto Boys and Outlawz
Recognize the mob nigg*
I don't fck with you
So put your hands on me
Scarface
Yeah best said by homeboy Willie D
Triple cross to Mexico
Willie D
I don't fk with you
Scarface
That's some smooth hidin'
lowdown dirty motherfkers
that you thought was cool
Do you know me
Willie D
I don't fk with you
Scarface
I know what's happenin' with that
All the hoes
Let me take y'all back to this incident

Verse 1:
Gotti of Fifth Ward Circle (FWC)
nigg* you full of s**t
b*tch now what is this, trick
Some new s**t
Straight from yo hottub pi*s
nigg* I don't do it
fk around here with you
Oh, I smell puke, do
That's on you, true
You hit's 'em hard dog
And ho went hard, thought
You betray hard, lord
You straight fraud, brought
Scarface
Now on means, things stay out my face
You oughta play, like outta space
This foul, runnin' off at the mouth
He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd
Willie D
Dog, I knew this nigg*, what
We used to roll, roll
I saved his life, right
But he was shot at, trife
He burned his greed, deep
I spit his wig, s**t
He met the gravedigger
Cause I'm the realest nigg*

Chorus:
DMG of FaceMob
You came here ridin' through
(I don't fk with you)
Heard the lavish thing we do
(I don't fk with you)
Shook a finger to my crew
(We don't fk with you)
For suck a d*ck until you blew,
cause we don't fk with you
Hey b*tch, you like the things we do
(I don't fk with you)
Scared if I hit you, you might sue
(I don't fk with you)
You swear you gang can bang a new
(I don't fk with you)
But best keep doin' the s**t we do,
cause we don't fk with you

Verse 2:
E.D.I of the Outlawz
Now everytime is see you ass
I see the b*tch in your eyes
And what a lie
Ain't no surprise
Now you fk with that sign
It's a cold thing,
you got the game fk up
Brown nose and every other nigg* rich,
like a broke b*tch
Excuse me miss, yeah you
You need to sit with me pi*s
I'ma get rich,
while you stuck in that fk s**t
Thug s**t is what claim and bang
And never change
While you change
Suckin' and fkin' for everyday

Verse 3:
Napolean of the Outlawz
Yeah, I see some come and go
With a fifth of Hennesy to show
When we toss hoes, we share hoes
And be frontin where the clothes go
(?)
What you spinnin' like Young Po
You hang around with the studio time
But nigg*, what the fk is you here fo'
Can you listen, please
So you got your Glock, laid squeeze
Try like I could fk with you
Or I have to bomb on you
Put it with your punk-ass
No heart, no light, no b*tch and no care
You some Bad Boy killers
When we see y'all sn*tch cash

Chorus:

Verse 4:
Young Noble of the Outlawz
These Billy-teen-ass ,
Pullin'-scheme-ass
Fiend-ass ,
Shootin'-dream-ass
I mean, why anybody sound like Pac nowadays
But switch it up, be on way
Y'all gay-assed on anything
Stay tuned to the saga
Drama bring Karma, Karma bring charges
Whipin' y'all
Completely all the job did
Darkness, fk y'all s**t
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, f*get

Verse 5:
Kastro of the Outlawz
Beg down, I truck a young bug
Don't get it fked up
Hit the strip, get a grip nigg*
And blow some s**t up
Talk fast and all ass, nigg*
You ain't got no nuts
Don't trick yourself out your life
You need to hide in the cup
What's up
Come on holla at your boy, real quick
I sw*llow hard times,
and make it come out when I pi*s
nigg* pop pass the Mack and I ain't black
Picture that
The same nigg* that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be,
in your b*tch ass
Singin' ?Stagalee?
Worry free on your b*tch ass
Blast back, ask that,
snap back like some whiplash
Young cash is black packed
Slap your rap with a big guess

Chorus