We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
They don't know, no
They put that on my chest
Damn, Timbaland, yeah
They don't
My car's the way that I flex
To fuck with me
Alright, yeah
You think you can beat us, shit
Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me
We ridin' through your hood
I make 'em wanna get high
No, they don't
So hit you off like this
She's in a Benz, free them ill creators
You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?
You know my steelo
Get it off your chest
With a dollar dank
See, you don't wanna fuck with me
Two bad niggas, from the big VA
And people say I'm dope as fuck
And a SLK and a 348, what 9
Yo, I'm a just sue
They don't know
They don't know, no
I come back into my flow
The M I to the S S
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I got too much doe
That I'm a sure gets dick
Say what?
You know who's the best
They hate the way that I hee
Dance a little bit
They hate the way that I hee-haw
My people just don't know
We 'bout to lace 'em one more time
You tryin' to dis
Iza bah bah zah zay
They don't want
They say I'm just too fly
That can get down like Missy
Wanna fuck with me
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what?
See, there's no other yes
The track is bangin' by itself
They don't wanna
No way I flip my shit
Iza zah zah zah zay
And you be the witness
And even if you buy it
They want a piece of this pie
Hey, yo Timbaland
Twelve blunts a day
Nigga, you can't get smokin' in this hay
Tryin' to get with Mis?
They don't know
Just, I'm a friend, what?
But I'm just too damn chill for them
They don't know, no
Free them till 1 to 12
It feels like a good hit
So what you come here for
They don't know
Chillin' on the other side of the bay
Know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga, what you got to say?
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
Who y'all think y'all is
They don't, no, no, no, to fuck with me
