[Intro]
A man can be pushed, so far
Until he finally loses his mind
And I think ya'll pushed freshman to far
(Yeah) Show them what you got (get him)
[Verse 1]
Goddamn let's k** them now
n***as take shots and they feel so drowned
Glock in the back you here that sound
POP POP POP and the b**h is down
Fame, gets the best of us
When I'm at the top yo b**h down to f**
But damn that's ok cuz the flow so cold
And you act so bold but you live so low
And im stacking all the paper but you n***as always hate
You controlled by the mob but you're b**h to the Satan (LORD FORGIVE ME)
But you're so damn fake you think you know what I'm saying
b**h you keep spraying better keep on praying
Cuz you probably won't see another f**ing day
Say goodbye to your family ill show you the grave
Got a chopper and a nine don't f** with me
If you do you're blind ill bust your teeth
Ooh, bet that f**ing hurt
Your a** on the ground you getting served
Served like a meal but not desert
Dishing out the pain but not the words
You'll probably cry as you getting hurt
‘Lil b**h you're praying go back to church
It's freshman and I'm part of the motherf**ing A team
Big n***as want to run around head through the town and always wanna hate me
But let me tell me you're wasting you're time and you're lost in the world
And when you with your boy trying to hustle around ill be at your house still f**ing with your girl
[Chorus]
Don't f** with me
I said don't f** with me
Lying a** n***a don't f** with me
Poor a** n***a don't f** with me
b**h a** n***a don't f** with me
Snitch a** n***a don't f** with me
Trick a** n***a don't f** with me
One thousand gang just sign me
[Verse 2]
Back again I'm like G.I Joe
More like a cobra with the venomous flow
Take an enima though
So I can sh** on you're throat
Take control, lets k** them and go
I'm not the best mc but I'm getting there
Smoking trees when it ease I'm flipping chairs
And there's a reason why so many rappers tend to give up
Cuz they feel the stress keep them putting more in their cup
Somewhat open and shut
Slow motion they strut
Strut, strutting away, k** them off in a rut
Mind running in circles I motherf**ing hate that new synth
You spend your day writing down your lyrics, you want to here my two cents
Go scribble your sh** and split and go and try to write some new sh**
Ima keep on doing my own flick
Ain't never f**ing fall for no trick
My own sh**, and my own b**h
Your poor as n***a get your own whip
Your own crib
Your own money
Lil crazy a** n***a get your own sh**
But shout out to Ray Bandz and all his fans for letting me on the crew list
[Chorus]
Don't f** with me
I said don't f** with me
Lying a** n***a don't f** with me
Poor a** n***a don't f** with me
b**h a** n***a don't f** with me
Snitch a** n***a don't f** with me
Trick a** n***a don't f** with me
Thousand gang just sign me