FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro) I mean it’s simple Can’t fuck wit us [Verse 1 : Lil Wayne] I got money on yo head I don’t do my dirty work I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me And I don’t like to curse in church And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s I mean that, believe that Don’t be short with that work nigga We find out where yo ho work nigga We follow your moms from church nigga You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher Get'em Tune I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas These niggas hustling backwards Check ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors OG kush keep my mind clearer That choppa get yo mind right I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice Been so long since I seen my eyes white You know I smoke like dry ice Better stay in yo lane or get sideswiped It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife Man it’s like some things will never change You ain’t got a shot in a gun range These chumps ain’t even got chump change Uh yea, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti Check yourself before I sign it Yea, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon Yea, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot Uh, my new car is so robotic My new bitch is so provided Money talks, yours like no comment Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace Desert Eagle like the Mojave I get my work from Rico Suave uh It’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand You ever see me broke? Write on my cast Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone Yea, I’m bout to buy a machinegun We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps I’m sittin on some train tracks Hopin' that bitch speed up I’m strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines I’m Tunechi Lee immortal My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order? I say… Testarossa over testimony Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, nigga Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe Chop his head off, put it in the fridge Try not to mistake that shit for dinner Dedication [Verse 2 : T.I.] Hey let me introduce you nigga to America most Every nigga round with me carry a tote Sadity bitches like a nigga Tune on the low They just be like 10 and be doing the most Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat What you niggas make a year; I could do with the blow You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you ho The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see These niggas sweet as perfume to me I mean really like cartoon to me Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust Young Money Cash Money, they down with us I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna give the ho up And don’t buck shawty listen, you don’t really know us We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for dead I get caught with a banger, I’ma lay in the feds In gen pop nigga every day in the feds I was chillin on the yard, really going hard And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads King pussy nigga but I'm really like a god A town nigga, bank head I’m about it Everybody know "to fuck with me cuz I got it"