We Don’t f*ck Wit U lyrics

[Intro: Damjonboi]
Good lookin', Dnell
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, Triggy
Good lookin', Dnell
BSB

[Verse 1: Damjonboi]
Hmm, what I'm supposed to do?
n*ggas turned they back on they family, what if it was you?
Got my redbone rollin' Bookie, we don't f*ck with glue
You be cappin' in all your songs, we don't f*ck with you
Got some bad b*tches on my line, I'm 'bout to cut a few
I been in every hood, they like, "Jonboi, we f*ck with you"
Your b*tch text me, "I been tryna keep in touch with you"
She gon' come and f*ck me then go to lunch with you
These b*tches savages but I'm a savage too
Get up off your ass and get some paper, that's what you better do
We ain't talkin' money, I can't fit it in my schedule
My brother got a few bad b*tches gettin' ready too
I ain't had no Hi-Tech in a few months
We been takin' shots and they out rollin' big blunts
Zone Life, b*tch, we got all red cups
My main b*tch hate my guts, she really fed up

[Verse 2: Trey Trey]
Leave a b*tch, leave out with her friend, that's what I'ma do
Told you that I loved you when I f*cked you, but I lied to you
Brody dropped a four and then he put it on Ashantis too
Now he got a buzz and a b*tch look like Ashanti too
My brother dropped a chain bust all the way down
Found my first AK round at the playground
Got me a chopper and n*ggas really don't wanna play now
SB gang, you gon' get down and lay down
Zone Life boys, n*gga, we'll let the apes out
n*ggas actin' like Trey Trey didn't put the drank down
I lay in n*ggas' bushes, n*gga, we can have a stakeout
Fettie blew another ten bands, so bring a rake out
[Verse 3: GT]
The game ain't the same no more, n*ggas changing over dough
Everybody chasing clout, tell me, what is that about?
Booked the triple in the city, we ain't gotta send 'em South
Plug told me chill, I ain't gotta worry about a drought
n*ggas know if it's up, then it's stick with you
And if they ridin' while we slidin', tell 'em duck with you
You a motherf*ckin' lame, boy, we don't f*ck with you
Choppers hit him up, I don't think he got enough tissue
Slidin' down the mall gettin' high as f*ck
Thirty-five hundred for the 'fit, today I'm Prada-d up
Me and Jonboi made it out the mud, sh*t, be proud of us
Trey Trey get you snatched out the streets, they'll tie you up