Don’t Fuck With Us Chris Brown

[Intro]
Ear Drummers

[Verse 1]
Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch, I'm really 'bout that action (Yeah)
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic (Okay)
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater (Oh-oh-oh)
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin' (Haha, ow!)
Ain't tryna walk down with that folk, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man, you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

[Chorus]
And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga, don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

[Verse 2]
I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in the cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man, I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'ma slide, you gon' rest in peace
Got a couple bands in my hand right now
But me and all my homies know these bitches only fuck with G's
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that ho a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my wolves throwin' P, in London gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, 8Ball, MJG
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know