We Don’t f*ck With You lyrics

[Verse 1: J'lynn]
No time for these f*ck boys, mind on riches n*gga
Keef got the thots, I brought the weed
Your b*tch brought the Swishers n*gga
Ounces of kush, hit my mans for a quota
Every track is a hit, I dust out your b*tch
And I passed her to Sosa, what it do
We bout to hit a home run, think yo main b*tch gonna slide
Matter fact a triple double n*ggas don't wanna get no trouble
For the beef yeah, you could get fried
Or you could live life, or you could decide
Then you could f*ck with me my n*gga you should just vibe
Cause your b*tch just text me
I bust a nut shot, her face, it's a selfie
b*tch

[Hook: J'lynn]
Where we headed? [x4]
These n*ggas can't get it
And they b*tch gon' let us
Feels just like heaven now
They tryna f*ck with a n*gga now
We don't f*ck with you n*ggas now
They tryna f*ck with a n*gga now
We don't f*ck with you n*ggas now
We don't f*ck with you n*ggas now
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
We don't f*ck with you n*gga, shake up with you n*ggas
I don't know n*ggas, what's up with n*ggas?
n*ggas sneak dissin', what's up with that
What's up with ya b*tch, I wanna f*ck that, n*gga
Wanna hit it from the back, hit it from the front
Hit it from the side, f*ck that n*gga
She gon' give me top, top til I pop
Just cause I'm Pop, Glocks gon' get popped
Sneak diss n*gga, trick or treat this, tweet this n*gga
Smokin' on Swisher Sweets, where ya weed at n*gga?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J'lynn]
Exotic like the Taj Mahal, baby girl you want it all
Baby girl you ain't rock no drawers
Baby girl now we on the floor
I came thru and I brought my dogs
Damn it was so hard to find yo crib
When the lighting flicks
You look like Ashanti and Mariah mixed
Can you ride this di*k?
Lemme hit it from the back in my [?]
I mean I got a Buick and it's kinda sick
Well, on 12, got reclining seats
Find my drift, the road [?]
[Hook]