we don't know how to act, boy
You get beat like a bass drum,
now we in your face, y 'all
Go ahead, say somethin', do somethin',
hit somethin', shoot somethin', we act, boy
He ain't finna do nothin',
you bluffin', who bluffin'?
Whoop his ass like he stole somethin'
I see he ballin' baby boy
Get neck, while you was in the disco
We was sellin' cookin' like Nabisco
In this flow, make the club go psycho
they send it back, hell no
It's too hardcore, it don't fit the format
All my laid back top 40 playlists
So why I'm on your radio,
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us
They don't want to get touched
They don't want it with us
They don't want to get touched
They don't want it with us
They don't want to get touched
They don't want it with us
They don't want to get touched
Penetrating steel, penetrating grills
Hot with a twisted refrigerating chill
Witnessed, premeditated, freestyling loud
I ain't bullshitting, I'm doing it right now
knowin' that it's written shit
Well, don't approach me with that bitch shit
I said this shit to make you
You got to spiritually get shot in the face
I don't write for mixtapes,
And that's what keeps you goin' strong
Let me show you motherfuckers
Check, check, I'm the 4 -5 holder,
this vibe holder, the mic stroller
The drug dealer, the weed grower,
I go through grass like a mower
I would've made you 54 and over
I'm cold as winter in Dover,
just know the grinning is over
I told you we're taking over
You know I want it, don't you?
I'm the king of this jungle
when I'm coping with my adversaries
Respect is primary, money is secondary
my mentality's so monetary
you're kinda boring to me
in fictionalist horror movies
I'll make it hard to see em,
If they so much as touch the center bottom,
Imagine me committing murders,
just be in the sunny surface
The worst is yet to come, I'm a veteran
Need my money late night,
A handgun in the hands of a little one,
And y 'all need to have hearts,
we don't be lettin' loose
with these movies and M1s
Knockin' motherfuckers out
about your bentleys and mantras
I ain't never sold nary a record
cause I'm quick to get the job done
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us
They don't wanna get touched
They don't know about us,
They don't wanna get touched
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us
They don't wanna get touched
They don't know about us,
They don't wanna get touched
I'm of fights, searchin' semis,
Must be ends up in the studio,
my commitment to the cash
Driven with hard work and
Talkin' shit to my clique
Disappearance, incoherent lyrics,
Unable to cope, that's no surprise
So dope, my shit should be
Shipped out of state with crates of fruit
And fish straight, so dope
You can skip the details,
Than one of my dishes, pop for resale
So dope, in the trunk, I keep CDs
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us,
they don't want to get touched.
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us,
they don't want to get touched.
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us,
they don't want to get touched.
They don't know about us,
they don't want it with us,
they don't want to get touched.