They Ain’t f*cking With Us lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Fame]
This one's for the thugs (P!)
n*ggas that don't give a f*ck (P!)
Brownsville in my blood (P!)
We're cut from a different cloth, they ain't f*cking with us
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (Huh?)
(They ain't f*cking with us)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
(They ain't f*cking with us)

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Listen
Clicking things when the god attack
Fire fry feather: 'Chicken Wing': Bob Backlund (Bang!)
When Sean rapping, n*ggas pay attention
When you rap, I'm wack for f*cking paying admission
Wasting my flow, can't believe I paid for the show
f*ck a refund, when I see son, taking his dough... P!
Trigger hit a rapper dude
Ratchet Raider jacket matching n*gga With a Attitude
Slap a n*gga silly, really jokes on you fam
Set fire to flesh, smokes on you fam
I got no radio play
I take your radio and make that sh*t play what I say
Say what I mean, n*gga I mean what I say
So wouldn't I say shut the f*ck up? Get out of my way! P!
Brownsville, 11212: my zip code
I spit cold, who want flu? P!
[Chorus: Lil Fame]
This one's for the thugs (P!)
n*ggas that don't give a f*ck (P!)
Brownsville in my blood (P!)
We're cut from a different cloth, they ain't f*cking with us
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (Huh?)
(They ain't f*cking with us)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
(They ain't f*cking with us)

[Verse 2: Rockness Monsta]
You gotta look out the window to see who is taking the win, though
Far as rap, I'm slinging bodies like n*ggas who pimp hoes
You sound like a di*k rhyming, gym flow
No pauses or fraudulent innuendos
It's your big homie, big homie, you'se a big hoe, me?
I click forties, lift shorty, these ain't just flows, b!
Show you how a bird could kill a top dog
Desert Eagle eat your regal beagle, he get knocked off
Chickens and pigeons and ducks, them is stock broads
Canary n*ggas tipping cops off
A lot of y'all bird n*ggas think you fly (pffft) probably not
Penguin looking ass n*gga, Oswald Cobblepot
You a wrong kind of animal, rock it, Sean
P slow your movements to a stop, red octagon
Look I'm in the hood, bookin' n*ggas good, Brownsville
A.K.A the wish-a-n*gga-woods
[Chorus: Lil Fame]
This one's for the thugs (P!)
n*ggas that don't give a f*ck (P!)
Brownsville in my blood (P!)
We're cut from a different cloth, they ain't f*cking with us
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (Huh?)
(They ain't f*cking with us)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
Who you f*cking with (huh?)
(They ain't f*cking with us)