Ludacris, Small World (DTP), Dolla Boy - Who Not Me lyrics

Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow
Blaow kapaow
Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin somethin
And you think they talking bout you
You not quite sho' knahmsayin
But it ain't no way they talking bout you
Small World - from Norfolk
Dolla Boi - from Playaz Circle
Here we go what?

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

3, 2, 1 - what's begun, is the start
But bitch we be saying we "we
Just getting started it since one"
Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it
How bout I pull it out and kapaowee
I'll heat 'em up as hot as Maui
Big Small World, Norfolk is the gang
Extended clip in the jeans
Put 'em in a box like Bisquick
I'm a laker wit clips
Get 'em in the lake wit clips
Truth is ya a clipper with
Clips ain't cha bitch
I'm bout my loot and dollars
I'll shot you for looting dollars
But you lootless and dollarless
Fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla
I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
I'mma have a problem like Scrap
If you blabbin like show hosts
Muffle your damn lips
Or there'll be mixtures of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift
Creep to ya grave and leak DT piss
This yo' highness at his least tempered
Keep it pimpin' and watch

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol shit
We don't give a fuck about who you is
The same ol clique, and the same ol biz
The same ol flip, wit the same ol whip
The same 4-4, with the same ol clip
Half the bullets gone, the otha
Half you can get, bitch
RIP rick James "I'm rich beyotch!"
You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch
And we don't do it like that
We do 3 quarter drops and
We bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack
Unload 'em reload 'em, we back black
And when dem gats letting off
Red dots, loud noises like planes taking off
Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross
Make me bang at cha boss
For dem things coming soft, nigga

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Now if a bad bitch wants dick
Then it's dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Never back down, won't shake nor shiver
Fuck with me and get found
In the Chattahoochee river
This 7 inch shank
Will put a stop to his ticker
But shotties to the body make
Him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil' nigga
Fuck with anything I love
I'm a stone cold killer
Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with
A pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga
I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch
Stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll "brrrrr-stick her
Ha ha ha stick her!"

Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me