Damjonboi, Trey Trey , G.T. - We Don’t Fuck Wit U lyrics

Good lookin', Dnell
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ayy, Triggy
Good lookin', Dnell bSB

Hmm, what I'm supposed to do?
Niggas turned they back on they family
What if it was you?
Got my redbone rollin' Bookie
We don't fuck with glue
You be cappin' in all your songs
We don't fuck with you
Got some bad bitches on my line
I'm 'bout to cut a few
I been in every hood, they like, "Jonboi
We fuck with you" your bitch text me
"I been tryna keep in touch with you"
She gon' come and fuck me then
Go to lunch with you
These bitches savages but I'm a savage too
Get up off your ass 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
Bitches 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, bitch, we got all red cups
My main bitch hate my guts, she really fed up

Leave a bitch, leave out with her friend
That's what I'ma do
Told you that I loved you when I fucked 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
Bitch 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 niggas
Really don't wanna play now
SB gang, you gon' get down and lay down
Zone Life boys, nigga, we'll let the apes out
Niggas actin' like Trey Trey didn't
Put the drank down
I lay in niggas' bushes, nigga
We can have a stakeout
Fettie blew another ten bands
So bring a rake out

The game ain't the same no more
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 motherfuckin' lame, boy
We don't fuck with you choppers hit him up
I don't think he got enough tissue
Slidin' down the mall gettin' high as fuck
Thirty-five hundred for the 'fit
Today I'm Prada-d up
Me and Jonboi made it out the mud, shit
Be proud of us
Trey Trey get you snatched out the streets
They'll tie you up