Summertime.
Good bell.
That's not what I mean.
Nope.
Ha.
Been there, done that.
Done that.
She a rat, she gon' run that.
Money cars close.
And these dime piece hoes don't cuff them.
We pass them.
Do them hoes like Maddie.
What a little bitch on that, I'm saying.
You ain't got to ask, I'm smashing.
You ain't gotta ask what I'm rollin'.
Everything I ride it for it.
Got a little bitch
is foreign mother bitch she boring my girl can't if it ain't a nigga won't wear it
We don't share it.
Tell that bitch nigga stop staring.
We don't fuck with them niggas We don't fuck with them niggas We don't fuck with them niggas
And now we don't fuck with them niggas.
We don't fuck with them niggas.
Fuck what them niggas say.
Fuck what them niggas say.
We don't fuck with them niggas.
Ain't grow up with them niggas.
Never have a drink.
Never smoke a blunt with them niggas.
It's just me and my bitch.
All the niggas is phony.
You know me, I'm my OG.
On the run from the police.
Woo!
Let the bitch leave.
Bye-bye.
Connect is the plug.
Wi-Fi.
East Coast nigga, rep the NY West Coast niggas done taught me how to drive by Consignment, money back pronto
Thumbs all green from cilantro.
African killers from the Congo.
And Latin niggas with spears, they all combo.
We'll fuck the niggas.
And now, we don't fuck with them niggas
Fuck what them niggas say
Yo, yo, uh, fuck what them niggas say Before I dropped this was a hit away Brought the city back, still niggas hate Cause they see a nigga straight All gold Prezzy got the bigger face And that new Benz got a different shape Straight cash, I bought foreigns Pull up on that bitch and you're roaring Used to kill the block every morning Out of house on the hill, a few G's like Lauren Fresh dickies and some chucks when I'm on my Cali shit Hood pass when I land, ain't nobody gon' trip OG in the spliff
Cause I don't fuck with them niggas.
Be a fuck for the niggas.
And now we don't fuck with them niggas.
Vose Fuck what them niggas say
First one she have a sex on the jet with And the parking lot and the projects with First one never count a hundred stacks with Bigotines that they get a bag with Fousey the sunset, time to smoke one Two bitches that I got up out of Oakwood New crib look like Barclays Center And I'm running tour days with your bae nigga Made back, all black squatting in the frat Yeah, in the trunk, wings on my lap
Man, our boy sent back DM.
Now it's time for some MC.
We'll fuck with them niggas.
And now we don't fuck with them niggas.
No no no no no no Fuck what them niggas say
Yeah.
Yeah.
Fuck what them niggas say
