We Don’t Fuck Wit’ That The Click

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
Ya see I'm nuthin' 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, eat 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

[Chorus 2X: E-40]
A smokin' we will go
Puffin' on indo
So put that bammer back
'Cause we don't fuck wit' that