Dont You

(альбом: Fat Camp - 2015)

Sixteen, not my mama's bitch, I've been T'd up
Busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing bruh
Guiseppe stepper got some pistols
Who the fuck I'm pressure
Jug in Lexus, put your bands up bitch I'm the professor
Any thot I wanna point them out and get some top
If you with me, not against me, we gon' get the guap
Riding 'round in Euro cars we dropping off the tops
Foreign slider round it dope smoke got me feeling higher
Off the shits I'm tweaking, double cup I'm peaking
Only model hoes no wonder why I'm so conceited
My pistol leaking, know I swear this shit keep sneezing
I-If I catch a opp
I call them, catch 'em, he stop breathing

No, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad

No, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad

We gon' catch 'em
Yeah we caught 'em, pistols solving problems
[?] got me flexing global first impressions
Star struck a bitch then leave her ass in pure rejection
Bitch I'm 'bout it 'bout it [?] gon' get that [?]
Pop it go stop it, you dropping I'm busting
This pistol ain't nothing can't [?]
I'm riding with something this thumper keep bumping
So talk and eat shit but my money keep talking
Pussy, don't eat it I fuck it and leave it
I'm better than you and I truly do mean it
She suck on my dick cause a thottie be T'd up
And Globo ass shit and nobody can feel me
Flex, in my Euro pop my [?] pop that [?]
Riding 'round my [?] till that [?] bitch and we'll get [?]
Breaking the 'script but my Swishers stay lit
I just sip on shit I can't take no ones shit
Globo the gang I can't fuck with no lames
Twitter e-thug and I'm still getting paid
Woah, when I pull up
Skrrrt, when I go up
I hunnit in the air my pop, pop, pop, pop, when it goes up
Globo shit we roll right now, no normal bitch can fuck me now
Hi-tech in my blood right now, six-hunnit dollar liter, wow

No, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad

No, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad

Spazzing now, my whole team they be spazzing now
No talking now, the MAC-11 clapping now
Jug the jug, a hunnit bands ain't need no school (fuck school)
Globo take your bitch, you gon' take this loose
Pop it gon' stop it, rockets we dodge it
Twenty-two pistol, I bump in my pocket
Pussy not with it, drop 'em and ditch 'em
Caught 'em and catch 'em the bodies be stacking
All my bitches sucking dick, I'm fucking till I cramp my hip
Pistols out and popping now, Buffet Boys bitch we balling now
Call it gon' text back, I'm running your shit back
A hunnit big trappers, I'm pushing some weight back
Drilling your shit I don't take no ones shit
Running your mouth but my money just smile
Pistol packing, what it is
Hi-tech make my jeans straight frizz
Thrashy T's I say these jeans, just text a bitch I made her dream
Running and fronting, the pistols you ducking
No thottie oh thottie I know you like fucking
Just pop her a flat and she'll think she be sucking
She stupid ass bitch and she'll never be nothing
Pull up in the foreign sk-sk-skrrtn' when I come out
I got 7 in the come out, what you want, you want, you pop out

No, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad

No, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad