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