Don’t Fuck with Us T-Pop (Ft. Buddah Men, Den Den, Mike-D (S.U.C.) & Trae tha Truth)

(*talking*)
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

[Hook - 4x]
Y'all really don't, wanna fuck with us

[Trae]
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