Stop Tagging Us lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]
Let's get one thing straight, now
I never f*cked anybody over in my life that didn't have it comin'

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
She do everything that I tell her to
Say less and bend it over, it's a better view
Would you marry me? I wouldn't marry you
I told that cat, "Before they get you, I'll bury you"
I tell them b*tches do they job, n*gga changed the coupe
I been breakin' Perkys down, tryna change the juice
Lately when I talk to God, I been thankin' Snoop
I see the hate in n*ggas' eyes, look what you made me do
Dumb fast just to shake them fools, yeah
Not a crab bag, n*gga had to shake the food
I'm in the lab like Breaking Bad, Unky made the food
Cash Money Millionaire, Slim and Baby mood
In and out with the package, Jason Tatum move
Your b*tch all at n*ggas' cribs like the cable dude
Rap game watered down, man, I hate these fools
I can tell if n*ggas bein' real or in a playin' mood
Free the guys, free the guys, I'ma hold it down for sure
Doin' a hundred miles up the Lodge gettin' throat
I take a book to your town, get the most
She'll sell her soul for this sh*t, she a ho
Told a n*gga if he hit the top, throw the rope
Brodie said he caught a opp in traffic, tell him go
Labels call, you ain't got a mil', tell 'em no
Through the grapevine, n*ggas talkin' till I'm old
[Bridge: Veeze]
Y'all n*ggas stop making videos on the 'Gram talkin' bout
Who y'all think I should work with
Man, y'all know they gon tag us, stop f*ckin' playin'

[Verse 2: Veeze]
She wanna f*ck with gang 'cause it's hella benefits
Your order was so small, I act like I wasn't sellin' sh*t
You be nervous around them bosses, that sh*t out of your element
You better get some money, n*gga, you damn near livin' celibate
By the time y'all n*ggas left the porch I had to jump the fence
In the water like a bear, I'm tryna catch the fish
I can get you waxed over cake like a birthday wish
Think I'm playin' baseball, I swing the wood and I pitch
She dope sick, she need to sniff a line
And I got it bad with the potion, got her sippin' lines
They already know us at the door so we skipped the line
Ain't no friends at [?], know I said that sh*t a million times
No cap, lil' bro cold, but he don't live his rhymes
You need a platinum plaque, you done sold them boys a million lies
Where I'm from, n*ggas stay broke before they get a job
Take a bag to a old town road like I'm Lil Nas