Chris Brown - Don't Fuck With UsLyrics

Ear Drummers 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 G.I. 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 Shout-out 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