Don't Fuck With Us - Chris Brown

Look, I ain’t really with the talkin', bitch I’m really 'bout that action

I’m runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic

Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater

Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'

Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, 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

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

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

I got a couple bands in my hand right now

Me and all my homies know these bitches only fuck with Gs

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 hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free

Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, 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

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

A nigga a savage, any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it

My bitches the baddest, any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it

You spendin' paper and plastic, always tryna come up on a plug

Run a check up like I run her up, bitches love fuckin' with a thug

OHB, only hot bitches, out here ballin', too much confidence

100 B, ain’t no stoppin' this, out here brackin', you need binoculars

See my team, diamonds immaculate, sing sing, send 'em packages

Bang bang, in the line of fire, then them niggas come after ya

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