We Don't Fuck Wit' Dat

Ya see I'm nuttin' but a player, call me "bad news bear"
 And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there
 And on my second time through, you know how I do
 I get some head, and some eggs and I'm gone by 2
 I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6
 So if you coming in, bring your woman-friends
 I got a few dogs posted at my telly
 D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly
 And we gon' try to tear the fuckin' roof off something
 We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin'
 A bitch got mad cause she didn't get chose
 Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
 Your nigga went wild when he first seen that
 Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat
 We was back to the tell' 'cause we bail on them boys in blue
 Fuckin' wit' this Click crew
 And the worst thing can happen when your out of the state
 They lock a nigga down and take away his dank
 It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick
 Fiendin' for a motherfuckin' fix
 A smokin' we will go
 Puffin' on indo
 So put that bammer back
 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that
 Smokin' we will go
 Puffin' on indo
 So put that bammer back
 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that
 I left Minnesota 'cause the spot was tired
 Hit Louisville and the spot was fire
 Old school sittin' on straight-laced kicks
 Reminding me of 1986
 Fools burnin' rubber, fuck some switches
 Niggas from the bay smoke it up on bitches
 Filas on the gas, smash and yolk
 Hoes passin' out 'cause there to much smoke
 Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute
 I let you hit my weed and it's straight up shittin'
 In your draws, Guess jeans and all
 And then you had nerve, give E a call
 But he called back and wasn't fuckin' wit' you
 'Cause hoes down South know good voodoo
 Fuck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie
 Period blood mixed in your spaghetti
 And if I could I would roll a vega
 From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz
 You niggas light it for me and I'm pass it to Quinn
 And let it out when you get to chin
 A ethyl we will go
 Drankin' on some mo'
 So put that weak shit back
 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that
 Ethyl we will go
 Drankin' on some mo'
 So put that weak shit back
 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that
 I'm finally hittin' Cali after three weeks gone
 Done ran out of bomb and I'm glad to be home
 Now who on my phone, Dante or Brew?
 I'll be there in a minute to do what we do
 See, it's a tree that we got, 'cause we gone smoke
 And blow big dope from young body and know
 And I can't give a fuck if you're drunk off swamp
 Imma give you a 5 we gone light the twamp
 Hit to the doobie, throw the shit in the street
 Somethin' for the homies that be restin' in peace
 The shit won't cease 'till I see D
 I know my homie got a fat blunt for me
 Pineapple juice, malibu rum
 151 get your dickhead numb
 When it gets like that, you know I gots to fuck
 Or maybe kickback and get my dickhead sucked
 I won't ask for much, just ass and guts
 And brand new speakers for my oldschool cut
 A big fat sack of that doja
 So I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed to
 Hoe-hoppin we will go
 Smokin' on indo
 So put that bammer back
 'Cause we don't fuck wit' that
 Ethyl we will go
 Drankin' on some mo'
 So put that weak shit back
 'Cause, uh, we don't fuck wit' that, nigga