We Don’t Ace Hood (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)

[Produced by Schife]

[Hook: Ace Hood]
Know better
Ace Hood
Rich Homie Quan
Well, you know better
Yeah, yeah, hey
(Hey we don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(Don't fuck with you)
You can't sit with us, you can't hit the blunt (can't hit the blunt)
Just to tell the truth, hey we don't fuck with you hey

[Hook: Ace Hood]
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(Don't fuck with you)
You can't sit with us, you can't hit the blunt (can't hit the blunt)
Just to tell the truth, we don't fuck with you (don't fuck with you nigga)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you (fuck with you)
I can smell that fake from like a mile or two, yo
Only smoke that loud, and not that reggie, mayne (wop, wop)
I got all my whips in all my bitches names [?]
Standin' on your sofa, nigga, fuck your couch (fuck your couch)
Niggas like some bitches, they just run their mouth (they're run their mouth)
Askin' all them questions, boy your mind gone (your mind gone)
Boy you must be workin' for the 5-0 wo-ho
Niggas out here ballin' for a season
Watch these bitches, they are so misleadin'
This real nigga air you cannot breathe in wooo
I just want you to give me a reason
I, don't fuck with these niggas, na, na, na, na
I say now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die