Don't You Songtext
von Fat Nick
Don't You Songtext
Dirty Vans
Beat Fiends
16, not my mama′s bitch, I've been T′d up
Busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing, bruh (remix, remix)
Giuseppe stepper got some pistols, who the fuck I'm pressured?
Jug in Lexus, get your bands up, bitch, I'm the professor (skrrt)
Any thot I wanna point them out and get some top (point ′em)
If you with me, not against me, we gon′ get the guap (we gon' get it)
Riding ′round in Euro cars, we dropping off the tops (yeah)
Foreign slider round it dope, smoke got me feeling higher
Off the shits, I'm tweaking (whoa)
Double cup, I′m peaking (what?)
Only model hoes, no wonder why I'm so conceited (why?)
My pistol leaking, ′know I swear this shit keep sneezing
I-if I catch a opp, I call them, catch 'em, he stop breathing
No (nah), don't (no), no-no, don′t (don′t)
No, don't, no, no, don′t
Don't you, don′t you fuck with me!
Oh, don't you, don′t you fuck with me! (Don't)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
No (nah), no (nah), no-no, don't (don′t)
No (nah), don′t, no, no, don't
Don′t you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don't you fuck with me!
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
We gon′ catch 'em
Yeah, we caught 'em, pistols solvin′ problems (skrrt)
Margiela down it, got me flexing global first impressions (global)
Star struck a bitch then leave her ass in pure rejection (hahaha)
Bitch, I′m 'bout it, ′bout it, jingle, get that hold and carry
Pop it, don't stop it, you dropping, I′m busting
This pistol ain't nothing, car memory we catchin′
I'm riding with something, this thumper keep bumping
So talk and eat shit but my money keep talking
Pussy, don't eat it, I fuck it and leave it
I′m better than you and I truly do mean it
She suck on my dick ′cause a thottie be T'd up
I′m global ass shit and nobody can feel me
Flex in my Euro, pop my money, pop that army scout
Ridng 'round my thumper ′til I pull your bitch and we'll get buzz
Breaking the ′script, but my Swishers stay lit
I just sip on shit, I can't take no one's shit
Global the gang, I can′t fuck with no lames
Twitter he thuggin′ and I'm still getting paid
Whoa, when I pull up (yeah)
Skrrrt, when I go up (skrrt)
A hunnid in the air, my pop, pop, pop, pop, when it goes up
Global shit, we roll right now
No normal bitch can fuck me now
Hi-Tech in my blood right now
Six-hunnit dollar liter, wow (skrrt)
No (nah), don′t (no), no-no, don't (don′t)
No, don't, no-no, don′t
Don't you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don′t you fuck with me! (Don't)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad)
No (nah), no (nah), no-no, don′t (don't)
No (nah), don′t (no), no-no, don't
Don′t you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don't you, don′t you fuck with me!
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Spazzing now, my whole team, they be spazzing now
No talking now, the MAC-11 clapping now
Jugg the jugg, a hunnid bands ain′t need no school (fuck school)
Globo take your bitch, you gon' take this loose (haha)
Pop it, don′t stop it, rockets we dodge it
22 pistol, I bump in my pocket
Pussy not worth it, drop 'em and ditch ′em
Caught 'em and catch ′em, the bodies be stacking
All my bitches sucking dick, I'm fucking 'til I cramp my hip
Pistols out and popping now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we balling now
Call it gon′ text back, I′m running your shit back
A hunnid big trappers, I'm pushing some weight back
Drillin′ your shit, I don't take no one′s shit
Running yo' mouth but my money just smile
Pistol packing, what it is
Hi-tech make my jeans straight frizz
Thrashy T′s, I say these jeans, just text a bitch I made her dream
Running and fronting, the pistols you ducking
No thottie, oh, thottie, I know you like fucking
Just pop her a flat and she'll think she be sucking
She stupid ass bitch and she'll never be nothing
Pull up in the foreign sk-sk-skrrtn′ when I come out
I got Satan in the cut, man, won′t you, won't you, won′t you pop out?
No (nah), don't (no), no-no, don′t (don't)
No, don′t, no, no, don't
Don't you, don′t you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don't you fuck with me! (Don′t)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
No (nah), no (nah), no-no, don't (don′t)
No (nah), don't (no), no, no, don′t
Don't you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don′t you fuck with me!
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Beat Fiends
16, not my mama′s bitch, I've been T′d up
Busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing, bruh (remix, remix)
Giuseppe stepper got some pistols, who the fuck I'm pressured?
Jug in Lexus, get your bands up, bitch, I'm the professor (skrrt)
Any thot I wanna point them out and get some top (point ′em)
If you with me, not against me, we gon′ get the guap (we gon' get it)
Riding ′round in Euro cars, we dropping off the tops (yeah)
Foreign slider round it dope, smoke got me feeling higher
Off the shits, I'm tweaking (whoa)
Double cup, I′m peaking (what?)
Only model hoes, no wonder why I'm so conceited (why?)
My pistol leaking, ′know I swear this shit keep sneezing
I-if I catch a opp, I call them, catch 'em, he stop breathing
No (nah), don't (no), no-no, don′t (don′t)
No, don't, no, no, don′t
Don't you, don′t you fuck with me!
Oh, don't you, don′t you fuck with me! (Don't)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
No (nah), no (nah), no-no, don't (don′t)
No (nah), don′t, no, no, don't
Don′t you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don't you fuck with me!
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
We gon′ catch 'em
Yeah, we caught 'em, pistols solvin′ problems (skrrt)
Margiela down it, got me flexing global first impressions (global)
Star struck a bitch then leave her ass in pure rejection (hahaha)
Bitch, I′m 'bout it, ′bout it, jingle, get that hold and carry
Pop it, don't stop it, you dropping, I′m busting
This pistol ain't nothing, car memory we catchin′
I'm riding with something, this thumper keep bumping
So talk and eat shit but my money keep talking
Pussy, don't eat it, I fuck it and leave it
I′m better than you and I truly do mean it
She suck on my dick ′cause a thottie be T'd up
I′m global ass shit and nobody can feel me
Flex in my Euro, pop my money, pop that army scout
Ridng 'round my thumper ′til I pull your bitch and we'll get buzz
Breaking the ′script, but my Swishers stay lit
I just sip on shit, I can't take no one's shit
Global the gang, I can′t fuck with no lames
Twitter he thuggin′ and I'm still getting paid
Whoa, when I pull up (yeah)
Skrrrt, when I go up (skrrt)
A hunnid in the air, my pop, pop, pop, pop, when it goes up
Global shit, we roll right now
No normal bitch can fuck me now
Hi-Tech in my blood right now
Six-hunnit dollar liter, wow (skrrt)
No (nah), don′t (no), no-no, don't (don′t)
No, don't, no-no, don′t
Don't you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don′t you fuck with me! (Don't)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad)
No (nah), no (nah), no-no, don′t (don't)
No (nah), don′t (no), no-no, don't
Don′t you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don't you, don′t you fuck with me!
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Spazzing now, my whole team, they be spazzing now
No talking now, the MAC-11 clapping now
Jugg the jugg, a hunnid bands ain′t need no school (fuck school)
Globo take your bitch, you gon' take this loose (haha)
Pop it, don′t stop it, rockets we dodge it
22 pistol, I bump in my pocket
Pussy not worth it, drop 'em and ditch ′em
Caught 'em and catch ′em, the bodies be stacking
All my bitches sucking dick, I'm fucking 'til I cramp my hip
Pistols out and popping now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we balling now
Call it gon′ text back, I′m running your shit back
A hunnid big trappers, I'm pushing some weight back
Drillin′ your shit, I don't take no one′s shit
Running yo' mouth but my money just smile
Pistol packing, what it is
Hi-tech make my jeans straight frizz
Thrashy T′s, I say these jeans, just text a bitch I made her dream
Running and fronting, the pistols you ducking
No thottie, oh, thottie, I know you like fucking
Just pop her a flat and she'll think she be sucking
She stupid ass bitch and she'll never be nothing
Pull up in the foreign sk-sk-skrrtn′ when I come out
I got Satan in the cut, man, won′t you, won't you, won′t you pop out?
No (nah), don't (no), no-no, don′t (don't)
No, don′t, no, no, don't
Don't you, don′t you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don't you fuck with me! (Don′t)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
No (nah), no (nah), no-no, don't (don′t)
No (nah), don't (no), no, no, don′t
Don't you, don't you fuck with me!
Oh, don′t you, don′t you fuck with me!
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad! (Fuck your squad!)
Writer(s): Fat Nick, Mckinley Leon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
