We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises
Three, two, one, what's begun is the start but bitch we be saying
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz
Won't shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get found
Who the fuck you talking to?
I'm a have a problem like scrap blat with me short of hoes
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Norfolik is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm rich bitch, you talkin' to much
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper with clips
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness with a bad ass temper, please
See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving back to my hood
If you don't get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss
To his ticker, but shorties to the body make him drop much quicker
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em
One for ya damn lips or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
Who the fuck you talking to?
Who the fuck you talking to?
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, here we go, what?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick
Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight figga nigga, I'm a multi milla
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Yeah, I appear to be a nice lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love
Who the fuck you talking to?
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get
I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't give a fuck
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something
You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not quite sho'
This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it pimpin' and watch
Who the fuck you talking to?
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Introducing the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world
Who the fuck you talking to?
Nigga, you a snitch bitch and we don't do it like that
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
Who the fuck you talking to?
Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper or I'll stick her, stick her
Who the fuck you talking to?
I'm a stone cold killa, eating off of 'sace, versace
We, we just getting started it since one, y'all been monitoring
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you talking to?
Make me bang at cha boss, for dem things coming soft, nigga
I'll heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World
Who the fuck you talking to?
With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back down
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross
For looting dollars but you lootless and dollarless, fuck it
Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me
In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch shank will put a stop
I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, blast with proposed toast
Put 'em in a box like Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips
Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow?
We do three quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black
Who the fuck you talking to?
