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WEDONTFUCKWITU

by B3rt0mac

[Intro]
Trizzy Trae on the Track, yeah
Whoa
715!

[Hook: Trizzy Trae]
If you're a bitch, you're a thot
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
If you're an op, you're a cop
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
We don't fuck wit you

[Verse 1: Quan Geez]
I'm not rattin', I'm not snitchin'
I'm not scared, I'm not bitchin'
Niggas tellin' on they homies, puttin' them in prison
I can not fuck with other niggas who be 'round the block snitchin'
Got my mind on my money, I'm out here makin' decisions
Want that Louis, or that Gucci, bitch I'm all about the brands
I'm a brand, and nigga, you just a fan, understand?
B-Mac and Trizzy on my team, that's the fam, that's the clan
I'm the man, I'm takin' all of your bitches, that's the plan
Middle fingers up, we don't fuck wit you (nope)
You want our style, you want our swag, you just love the crew (yup)
Other niggas, they be hatin' but that's nothin' new (yup)
You all about the beef, so what's up with you?
Sup with you? (what's up?)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Trizzy Trae]
They tell me that I'm savage, savage
Be on beast mode
Niggas got my name in they mouth, they mouth
Bet they deepthroat
Jack my style, behind my back, my back
You call me negro (black)
I got the squad, without my team
I'm incomplete like Sisqo (Trizzy)
These niggas flows, they be so greasy, greasy
Call it Crisco
Spit game international, foreign shit
"Si, amigo" (hola)
They wanna, wanna be like Trizzy, Trizzy
But I say no
I swear to God, they want the business
Cause they jalapeno
I been a legend ever since I won the spelling bee
T-R-I-Z-Z-Y 'til the death of me, I'm a G
Like B-I-G, P-A-C, N-A-S, J-A-Y-Z
Get on my level, bitch, 100 P-E-R-C-E-N-T
Oh lord

[Hook]