Don’t F**k With Me lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Outlaw records, too motherf*ckin' thick
Rough-ass n*ggas that'll smoke a punk b*tch
Mustard ass busters better catch up with your kind
Stick up hoes, you'll get your left eye swole
Pimpin' ain't dead, pimpin' won't die
And if a ho think it is, that's a motherf*ckin' lie
n*ggas and b*tches, it's the Skinny godfather
Better known as the pimp and the robber
Project hoes give me the check
Like Brian Flower said, work all b*tches
And on the corner it ain't none else to do
But f*ck the dumb sh*t, here's the motherf*ckin' 2

[Verse 1: 211]
Mane, the n*gga gotta get it on, pullin' up the tone
Slug to the dome, from my .45 chrome, n*gga
It be's like that, when you n*ggas high cap and
Now the bullets flow for you n*ggas takin' naps and I send
A clip full of hollow points from the Glock
You think I'm bullsh*ttin'? On your head's a infrared dot
What the f*ck you gotta say now, fool? I'm clicked up
Backyard n*ggas are we, and packin' nines, so, what's up?
Then I pull the trigger with the f*ckin' blast, bustin' shells, pumpin' 12-gauge slugs
In that b*tch-ass, me drop the bomb, creep up, me come (Bop)
Me stab the b*tch, so hoes, come and get some
You gets none, without a gun
Ain't sh*t doin' sh*t, what you you thought this is?
So, n*gga, break and run
And get your boys, n*gga, come how you wanna, G
I'm comin' strapped, b*tch, don't f*ck with me
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Tony Montana]
Don't-don't-don't f*ck with me
Outlaw records, too motherf*ckin' thick
Rough-ass n*ggas that'll smoke a b*tch
(Don't f*ck with me)
You say you can swim, then let a n*gga see
Backstroke in your blood, six feet deep
(Don't f*ck with me)
Now, don't try to run when the twelve is c*cked
Cross me once then the sh*t ain't squashed
(Don't f*ck with me)
You pistol players, don't you pistol playin' me
I catch your ass slippin' in the streets
(Don't f*ck with me)

[Interlude: 211]
And now, the Skinny n*gga

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
f*ck that sh*t, slap a punk b*tch
Skinny finna click, fulla AK clip when I whoop a trick
With them headcutters, motherf*ckers testin' Skinny's pimpin'
I'ma get up 'bout my hog-killin', I ain't bullsh*ttin'
Rat-tat-tat-tat, bizzack full of teflons
Dope on the drought, where they at? n*gga, Gimisum
Of a b*tch Tee, got the rug about to bust a f*ckin' cap
And your face, for the yay', where the briefcase at?
It's a bomb thread in the bank, finna gank
Little ho, pistol playin' [?]
They runnin' like cannibalistic, my n*ggas lookin' scary
They rather burn in hell 'cause yo, they freezin' n*ggas in the mortuary
Suckers try to block, the haymakers I swing
I'm poppin' the clip and
Bring it on, ho, if you 'bout to do, it's a [?]
'Cause if you wanna go to war, b*tch, bring some f*ckin' army men

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Tony Montana]
Outlaw records, too motherf*ckin' thick
Rough-ass n*ggas that'll smoke a b*tch
(Don't f*ck with me)
You say you can swim, then let a n*gga see
Backstroke in your blood, six feet deep
(Don't f*ck with me)
So long now, f*ck you
(Don't f*ck with me)

[Outro]