Don’t You lyrics

[Intro]
Dirty Vans
Beat Fiends

[Verse 1]
Sixteen, not my mama's b*tch, I've been T'd up
Busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing, bruh
Guiseppe stepper, got some pistols
Who the f*ck want pressure?
Jug in Lexus, get your bands up, b*tch, I'm the professor
Any thot I wanna point them out and get some top
If you with me, not against me, we gon' get the guap
Riding 'round in Euro cars, we dropping off the tops
Foreign slidin' 'round it, dope smoke got me feeling higher
Off the sh*ts, I'm tweaking, double cup, I'm peaking
Only model hoes, no wonder why I'm so conceited
My pistol leaking, no, I swear this sh*t keep sneezing
I-If I catch a opp
I caught 'em, catch 'em, he stop breathing


[Chorus]
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you f*ck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you f*ck with me
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you f*ck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you f*ck with me
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
[Verse 2]
We gon' catch 'em
Yeah we caught 'em, pistols solved them problems
Margiela down it, got me flexing global, first impressions
Starstruck a b*tch then leave her ass in pure rejection
b*tch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, jugg gon' get that whole damn [?]
Pop it, gon' stop it, you jumpin', I'm busting
This pistol ain't nothing can't [?]
If I'm riding with something, this thumper keep bumping
So talk all your sh*t but my money keep talking
pus*y, don't eat it, I f*ck it and leave it
I'm better than you and I truly do mean it
She suck on my di*k 'cause the thottie be T'd up
I'm global as sh*t and nobody can feel me
Flex in my Euro car, my called that I'm a star
Riding 'round, my thumper tucked, like Pouya, b*tch, you will Get Bucked
Breaking the 'script but my Swishers stay lit
I'm just sippin' my sh*t, I can't take no one's sh*t
Global the gang, I can't f*ck with no lames
Twitter he thuggin', I'm still getting paid
Woah, when I pull up
Skrrt, when I go up
A hunnit in the hand, might pop, pop, pop, pop when it goes off
Global sh*t, we worldwide now, no normal b*tch can f*ck me now
Hi-Tech in my blood right now, six hundred dollar liter, wow
[Chorus]
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you f*ck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you f*ck with me
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you f*ck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you f*ck with me
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad

[Verse 3]
Spazzing now, my whole team they be spazzing now
No talking now, the MAC-11 clapping now
Jug the jug, a hunnit bands ain't, need no school (f*ck school)
Global, take your b*tch, you gon' take this loose
Pop it, gon' stop it, rockets, we dodge it
Twenty-two pistol up-up in my pocket
pus*y not with it, drop 'em and ditch 'em
Caught 'em and catch 'em, the bodies be stacking
All my b*tches sucking di*k, I'm f*cking 'til I cramp my hip
Pistols out, I'm poppin' now, Buffet Boys, b*tch, we balling now
Call it, gon' text back, I'm running your sh*t back
A hunnit big choppers, I'm pushing some weight back
Drilling your sh*t, I don't take no one's sh*t
Running your mouth but my money just smile
Pistol packing, what it is
Hi-Tech make my dreams stay frizzed
Thrashin' peace out Satan's dreams, just text a b*tch, I made her drink
Running and fronting, the pistols you ducking
No thottie, oh, thottie, I know you like f*cking
Just pop her a flat and she'll think she be sucking
She stupid ass b*tch and she'll never be nothing
Pull up in the foreign, sk-sk-skrrtin' when I come out
I got Satan in the cut, man, won't you, won't you, won't you pop out?
[Chorus]
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you f*ck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you f*ck with me
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you f*ck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you f*ck with me
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad
f*ck your, f*ck your, f*ck your squad