[Intro]
Yeah, I ain't fucking wit' you bitches
I ain't fucking wit' you n***as
I ain't fucking wit' you bitches
Yeah, on the, yeah

[Chorus: DaBoii]
I ain't fucking wit' you n***as, I ain't fucking wit' you bitches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, bitch I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the fuck up out the kitchen
N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
N***a shit ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I ain't fucking wit' you n***as, I ain't fucking wit' you bitches
Why you in the hood without your gun? You n***as slippin'
I thought that boy was real, he started faking for a image
I gave her good dick, now she walking like a pigeon
Pussy n***as throwing blitz up on the net, bitch be specific
Boy you bet not have no work there in your whip 'cause bro will bip it
I got n***as that I love that I don't see, I keep my distance
Boy I'll hit the road with my bitch before I ship it
Yeah lean on the floor, keep it lit for all the thugs
Lil' n***a try and take my bitch, hmm, tuh
And n***a you ain't down to slide? N***a why you got your gun?
And I'll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh
Yep, disrespectful
Fuck what you rep foo'
Told baby bend that ass over I'ma bless you
Bitch you ain't special, get gone, let loose
Told brodie if he fall, never trip, I'ma catch you
[Chorus: DaBoii]
I ain't fucking wit' you n***as, I ain't fucking wit' you bitches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, bitch I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the fuck up out the kitchen
N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
N***a shit ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not
On the gang n***a

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Shit ain't been the same since they killed my n***a Coley
I'm on the edge, so watch how you approach me
South Central n***as can't get caught without a gat
That n***a acting hard but if he get caught, he might rat
My role model sold dope and gave me a pistol
When I took it I was just happy to be hanging with that n***a
Talking to the cops that's what we don't do
You ain't gotta make no threats, n***a just come through
I'm on a race against time, in the streets, behind the tint
In a Benz with a .223
I ain't fucking with these n***as, 'cause these n***as I can't trust
Use these bitches for a nut, when I'm done eat my dust
We ain't gotta fake shit, n***a fuck your feelings
I'm all about my money, getting away I gots to 'cute
I'm all about my gang, shout out the Broadways
From the hundred's to the fifty's 'til they put me in my grave
[Chorus: DaBoii]
I ain't fucking wit' you n***as, I ain't fucking wit' you bitches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, bitch I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the fuck up out the kitchen
N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
N***a shit ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not
On the gang n***a