CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : We Don’t Fuck Wit U
Good lookin', Dnell
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, Triggy
Good lookin', Dnell
BSB
Hmm, what I'm supposed to do?
N***as turned they back on they family, what if it was you?
Got my redbone rollin' Bookie, we don't f**k with glue
You be cappin' in all your songs, we don't f**k with you
Got some bad b*t*hes on my line, I'm 'bout to cut a few
I been in every hood, they like, "Jonboi, we f**k with you"
Your b*t*h text me, "I been tryna keep in touch with you"
She gon' come and f**k me then go to lunch with you
These b*t*hes savages but I'm a savage too
Get up off your a** and get some paper, that's what you better do
We ain't talkin' money, I can't fit it in my schedule
My brother got a few bad b*t*hes gettin' ready too
I ain't had no Hi-Tech in a few months
We been takin' shots and they out rollin' big blunts
Zone Life, b*t*h, we got all red cups
My main b*t*h hate my guts, she really fed up
Leave a b*t*h, leave out with her friend, that's what I'ma do
Told you that I loved you when I f**ked you, but I lied to you
Brody dropped a four and then he put it on Ashantis too
Now he got a buzz and a b*t*h look like Ashanti too
My brother dropped a chain bust all the way down
Found my first AK round at the playground
Got me a chopper and n***as really don't wanna play now
SB gang, you gon' get down and lay down
Zone Life boys, n***a, we'll let the apes out
N***as actin' like Trey Trey didn't put the drank down
I lay in n***as' bushes, n***a, we can have a stakeout
Fettie blew another ten bands, so bring a rake out
The game ain't the same no more, n***as changing over dough
Everybody chasing clout, tell me, what is that about?
Booked the triple in the city, we ain't gotta send 'em South
Plug told me chill, I ain't gotta worry about a drought
N***as know if it's up, then it's stick with you
And if they ridin' while we slidin', tell 'em duck with you
You a motherf**kin' lame, boy, we don't f**k with you
Choppers hit him up, I don't think he got enough tissue
Slidin' down the mall gettin' high as f**k
Thirty-five hundred for the 'fit, today I'm Prada-d up
Me and Jonboi made it out the mud, sh*t, be proud of us
Trey Trey get you snatched out the streets, they'll tie you up
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, Triggy
Good lookin', Dnell
BSB
Hmm, what I'm supposed to do?
N***as turned they back on they family, what if it was you?
Got my redbone rollin' Bookie, we don't f**k with glue
You be cappin' in all your songs, we don't f**k with you
Got some bad b*t*hes on my line, I'm 'bout to cut a few
I been in every hood, they like, "Jonboi, we f**k with you"
Your b*t*h text me, "I been tryna keep in touch with you"
She gon' come and f**k me then go to lunch with you
These b*t*hes savages but I'm a savage too
Get up off your a** and get some paper, that's what you better do
We ain't talkin' money, I can't fit it in my schedule
My brother got a few bad b*t*hes gettin' ready too
I ain't had no Hi-Tech in a few months
We been takin' shots and they out rollin' big blunts
Zone Life, b*t*h, we got all red cups
My main b*t*h hate my guts, she really fed up
Leave a b*t*h, leave out with her friend, that's what I'ma do
Told you that I loved you when I f**ked you, but I lied to you
Brody dropped a four and then he put it on Ashantis too
Now he got a buzz and a b*t*h look like Ashanti too
My brother dropped a chain bust all the way down
Found my first AK round at the playground
Got me a chopper and n***as really don't wanna play now
SB gang, you gon' get down and lay down
Zone Life boys, n***a, we'll let the apes out
N***as actin' like Trey Trey didn't put the drank down
I lay in n***as' bushes, n***a, we can have a stakeout
Fettie blew another ten bands, so bring a rake out
The game ain't the same no more, n***as changing over dough
Everybody chasing clout, tell me, what is that about?
Booked the triple in the city, we ain't gotta send 'em South
Plug told me chill, I ain't gotta worry about a drought
N***as know if it's up, then it's stick with you
And if they ridin' while we slidin', tell 'em duck with you
You a motherf**kin' lame, boy, we don't f**k with you
Choppers hit him up, I don't think he got enough tissue
Slidin' down the mall gettin' high as f**k
Thirty-five hundred for the 'fit, today I'm Prada-d up
Me and Jonboi made it out the mud, sh*t, be proud of us
Trey Trey get you snatched out the streets, they'll tie you up
