Trae Tha Truth, Den Den, Mike-D, T-Pop, Buddah Men - Don’t Fuck with Us lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Den Den, Mike-D, T-Pop, Buddah Men - Don’t Fuck with Us lyrics]
What's the deal know I'm saying
Go down mayn Laf Tex
Bout to put it in these boys face
The Don nigga off top
Scrap to get it, bloohound know I'm saying
All us gotta eat mayn
So we gotta grind for it dog
Y'all really don't, wanna fuck with us
I'm a split em up nigga
And a Southside real
When I grab the mic I'm guaranteed to bless
And guaranteed to wreck
They tal'n bout plex they guaranteed to
Snap necks and bust big techs
Better yet Mike just ball in the mix
Scrape the block I'm in a big wide sip
AKA sit low Excursion
Might knock off me a thoed Suburban
I'm a Don Dada street game rap scholar
Ain't shit changed still in a Ramada
Running through boppers and doing it raw
When the city get broke I buy the mall
When I head to the sea I rock the wall
When I'm on v-dubs no time to stall
When I pull up on glass I'm known to crawl
And when I ride dirty I gotta dodge the laws
When thoed C-Loc when I'm on the d-low
Me B and Jay'Ton you know we thoed
Body rocking in my drop top low
I rip the track and now I'm bout to explode
On the mic and drop game like bombs
Debanere rap game phenomenon
Bout to bomb any nigga in sight
Throwing bows with a big red light
End the night I ride on chumps
Pop my trunk on any nigga that bump
And when I dump these punks gon scat
Say slow your roll cause I
Ain't about to chit-chat
That's a fact and I'll let it be known
Respect my mind you standing in my zone
Southside Texas that's where I roam
And I'm thoed in the mind
And gone in my zone
Move up the sound, on my automatic cannon
Muscle still smoking, nobody's standing
I'm running it, I'll act a fool
If another nigga say, that he selling Screw
Have you ever, seen his face
Or did you cop the style, off a Screw Tape
Duct tape, me a bootlegger
Had him on his knees
Plea barging and begging
Save your nuts, cause I don't give a damn
True blue soldier, that's what I am
These other niggas, belong in a dump
'Fore I let em face the click, pull a pump
Jump, but don't get it criss-crossed
We said it in deep, trying to fliss-floss
We slow and low, and we six deep
Day, Screw slowing down the tempo
SUC is who we are, coldest nigga you ever saw
We thugged out and that's on the bar
Cock back ready for war
Got fans drawing like Billy the Kid
Haters plotting I'll split your wig
Listen just for a nigga to dig
I'm iced up my feel is big
This game real but boys none
Won't stop till my job's done
Ain't no fun we packing guns
Sitting heavy bout two tons
I'm one of the ones like P-A T
Off with your head if you fuck with me
Hauling niggas off ain't nothing to me
Cause ain't nan nigga got love for me
You niggas act like you ain't
Got enough of me
My lifestyle been rough for me
But luckily I live luxury
I shake FED's without even touching me
You can't fuck with this nigga
Done told you twice
Verbal attack ain't nothing nice
Get a grip on that ass just like a vice
You roll the dice you pay the price
These niggas already know
That it's Southsi' for li'
4: 30 in the morning
And I'm still block bleeding
With my hand on my heater
Just in case a nigga slipping
Pick him off at night time, with my 20
20 vision they got a cracker saying
That I'm a rat now
Friends turn to foes, now you scared now
Hiding behind love, but that won't save ya
Laf Tex South, suppose to meet ya
But bitch I'm all in, coward I'm all in
Do what I wanna do, and ain't no falling
Ain't no stalling
Ain't no snitch in my blood
I done found out your bitch ass
Trying to be a thug get filled with slugs
Cause I don't play no games
Peruvian flakes nigga, I'm uncut cocaine
I put you to shame
Anytime you step to the plate
And that knows that the Juggler bitch
Is far from fake
I don't know what make em think
That can hang with us
Never seen em in the hood
With a grain of dust
But they swear to God, they came up with us
Where my real mo'fuckers
Get them thang-thangs up
I been serving blocks to the streets
Since 9-3 and serving dicks to these bops
Till they ass can't see
Should of named my lil' daughter
I Tina for the moves I made
On I10 blending in, getting them dividends
Y'all know me, it's the Hogg Corleone
Mobbing with my lil' bro, T-Pop Kapone
Laf Tex cFE, we got a game plan now
They can't fade now, watch the K spray now
I'm like Luda, move get out the way
Lay it the fuck down, I'm about the gun play
And I represent, from the Tre to Vesay
Corleone's back
And I'm having it my way come on
Go down mayn Laf Tex
Bout to put it in these boys face
The Don nigga off top
Scrap to get it, bloohound know I'm saying
All us gotta eat mayn
So we gotta grind for it dog
Y'all really don't, wanna fuck with us
I'm a split em up nigga
And a Southside real
When I grab the mic I'm guaranteed to bless
And guaranteed to wreck
They tal'n bout plex they guaranteed to
Snap necks and bust big techs
Better yet Mike just ball in the mix
Scrape the block I'm in a big wide sip
AKA sit low Excursion
Might knock off me a thoed Suburban
I'm a Don Dada street game rap scholar
Ain't shit changed still in a Ramada
Running through boppers and doing it raw
When the city get broke I buy the mall
When I head to the sea I rock the wall
When I'm on v-dubs no time to stall
When I pull up on glass I'm known to crawl
And when I ride dirty I gotta dodge the laws
When thoed C-Loc when I'm on the d-low
Me B and Jay'Ton you know we thoed
Body rocking in my drop top low
I rip the track and now I'm bout to explode
On the mic and drop game like bombs
Debanere rap game phenomenon
Bout to bomb any nigga in sight
Throwing bows with a big red light
End the night I ride on chumps
Pop my trunk on any nigga that bump
And when I dump these punks gon scat
Say slow your roll cause I
Ain't about to chit-chat
That's a fact and I'll let it be known
Respect my mind you standing in my zone
Southside Texas that's where I roam
And I'm thoed in the mind
And gone in my zone
Move up the sound, on my automatic cannon
Muscle still smoking, nobody's standing
I'm running it, I'll act a fool
If another nigga say, that he selling Screw
Have you ever, seen his face
Or did you cop the style, off a Screw Tape
Duct tape, me a bootlegger
Had him on his knees
Plea barging and begging
Save your nuts, cause I don't give a damn
True blue soldier, that's what I am
These other niggas, belong in a dump
'Fore I let em face the click, pull a pump
Jump, but don't get it criss-crossed
We said it in deep, trying to fliss-floss
We slow and low, and we six deep
Day, Screw slowing down the tempo
SUC is who we are, coldest nigga you ever saw
We thugged out and that's on the bar
Cock back ready for war
Got fans drawing like Billy the Kid
Haters plotting I'll split your wig
Listen just for a nigga to dig
I'm iced up my feel is big
This game real but boys none
Won't stop till my job's done
Ain't no fun we packing guns
Sitting heavy bout two tons
I'm one of the ones like P-A T
Off with your head if you fuck with me
Hauling niggas off ain't nothing to me
Cause ain't nan nigga got love for me
You niggas act like you ain't
Got enough of me
My lifestyle been rough for me
But luckily I live luxury
I shake FED's without even touching me
You can't fuck with this nigga
Done told you twice
Verbal attack ain't nothing nice
Get a grip on that ass just like a vice
You roll the dice you pay the price
These niggas already know
That it's Southsi' for li'
4: 30 in the morning
And I'm still block bleeding
With my hand on my heater
Just in case a nigga slipping
Pick him off at night time, with my 20
20 vision they got a cracker saying
That I'm a rat now
Friends turn to foes, now you scared now
Hiding behind love, but that won't save ya
Laf Tex South, suppose to meet ya
But bitch I'm all in, coward I'm all in
Do what I wanna do, and ain't no falling
Ain't no stalling
Ain't no snitch in my blood
I done found out your bitch ass
Trying to be a thug get filled with slugs
Cause I don't play no games
Peruvian flakes nigga, I'm uncut cocaine
I put you to shame
Anytime you step to the plate
And that knows that the Juggler bitch
Is far from fake
I don't know what make em think
That can hang with us
Never seen em in the hood
With a grain of dust
But they swear to God, they came up with us
Where my real mo'fuckers
Get them thang-thangs up
I been serving blocks to the streets
Since 9-3 and serving dicks to these bops
Till they ass can't see
Should of named my lil' daughter
I Tina for the moves I made
On I10 blending in, getting them dividends
Y'all know me, it's the Hogg Corleone
Mobbing with my lil' bro, T-Pop Kapone
Laf Tex cFE, we got a game plan now
They can't fade now, watch the K spray now
I'm like Luda, move get out the way
Lay it the fuck down, I'm about the gun play
And I represent, from the Tre to Vesay
Corleone's back
And I'm having it my way come on