don't you - fat nick lyrics
[verse 1]
sixteen, not my mama’s b-tch, i’ve been t’d up
busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing bruh
guiseppe stepper got some pistols
who the f-ck i’m pressure
jug in lexus, put your bands up b-tch i’m the professor
any thot i wanna point them out and get some top
if you with me, not against me, we gon’ get the guap
riding ’round in euro cars we dropping off the tops
foreign slider round it dope smoke got me feeling higher
off the sh-ts i’m tweaking, double cup i’m peaking
only model hoes no wonder why i’m so conceited
my pistol leaking,- know i swear this sh-t keep sneezing
i-if i catch a opp
i call them, catch ’em, he stop breathing
[hook]
no, don’t, no no, don’t
no, don’t, no no, don’t
don’t you, don’t you f-ck with me
oh don’t you, don’t you f-ck with me
f-ck your, f-ck your, f-ck your squad
f-ck your, f-ck your, f-ck your squad
(x2)
[verse 2]
we gon’ catch ’em
yeah we caught ’em, pistols solvin’ problems
[?] got me flexing global first impressions
star struck a b-tch then leave her -ss in pure rejection
b-tch i’m ’bout it ’bout it [?] gon’ get that [?]
pop it go stop it, you dropping i’m busting
this pistol ain’t nothing can’t [?]
i’m riding with something this thumper keep bumping
so talk and eat sh-t but my money keep talking
p-ssy, don’t eat it i f-ck it and leave it
i’m better than you and i truly do mean it
she suck on my d-ck cause a thottie be t’d up
and globo -ss sh-t and n0body can feel me
flex, in my euro pop my [?] pop that [?]
riding ’round my [?] till that [?] b-tch and we’ll get [?]
breaking the ‘script but my swishers stay lit
i just sip on sh-t i can’t take no ones sh-t
globo the gang i can’t f-ck with no lames
twitter e-thug and i’m still getting paid
woah, when i pull up
skrrrt, when i go up
i hunnit in the air my pop, pop, pop, pop, when it goes up
globo sh-t we roll right now, no normal b-tch can f-ck me now
hi-tech in my blood right now, six-hunnit dollar liter, wow
[hook]
no, don’t, no no, don’t
no, don’t, no no, don’t
don’t you, don’t you f-ck with me
oh don’t you, don’t you f-ck with me
f-ck your, f-ck your, f-ck your squad
f-ck your, f-ck your, f-ck your squad
(x2)
[verse 3]
spazzing now, my whole team they be spazzing now
no talking now, the mac-11 clapping now
jug the jug, a hunnit bands ain’t need no school (f-ck school)
globo take your b-tch, you gon’ take this loose
pop it gon’ stop it, rockets we dodge it
twenty-two pistol, i bump in my pocket
p-ssy not with it, drop ’em and ditch ’em
caught ’em and catch ’em the bodies be stacking
all my b-tches sucking d-ck, i’m f-cking till i cramp my hip
pistols out and popping now, buffet boys b-tch we balling now
call it gon’ text back, i’m running your sh-t back
a hunnit big trappers, i’m pushing some weight back
drilling your sh-t i don’t take no ones sh-t
running your 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 b-tch i made her dream
running and fronting, the pistols you ducking
no thottie oh thottie i know you like f-cking
just pop her a flat and she’ll think she be sucking
she stupid -ss b-tch and she’ll never be nothing
pull up in the foreign sk-sk-skrrtn’ when i come out
i got 7 in the come out, what you want, you want, you pop out
[hook]
no, don’t, no no, don’t
no, don’t, no no, don’t
don’t you, don’t you f-ck with me
oh don’t you, don’t you f-ck with me
f-ck your, f-ck your, f-ck your squad
f-ck your, f-ck your, f-ck your squad
(x2)
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