U Don't Want That (feat. Boosie Badazz & Big Head)

Bitch ass **** tellin' folks what he gon' do when he see me

**** I don't even know with all this fake ass beefin'

That perpertratin' ass bootin' fo' some fake ass reason

I don't know but all I know is you betta shot when you see me

Nineteen since I was I was twelve, I been packin' these pieces

Runnin' wild through the hood in the back of the woods with the beasts

Thirteen goin' to school in my **** Caprices

He'll fuck the aunties and I'll fuck the lil' nieces

High school all the hoes, fresh Bauds and creases

Janitors, construction workers, I supplied the people

I stay on that street shit and I don't lie to people

I ain't with that rap beef shit 'cause I'll quiet them people

You probably wanna throw a brick and then hide yo' fingas

Don't even try it ****, I'll send a riot to see ya

Bunch of regular ass ****, know the sky is the heater

Backin' in to a war, what you surprise to see us?

You don't want that

(A bunch of Trill **** comin for yo' muthafuckin' stomach)

(Gettin' blunted, loadin' tommies ya dig)

You don't want that

(That ol' red dot aimin' for yo' top)

(That hot bullet tumblin', hit you back while you runnin')

You don't want that

(Walkin' ya down like it ain't nothin' close)

(Close can't miss ya, hit ya, hit ya while struggle)

You don't want that

Uh, uh, bitch-ass-****, you don't want that

You don't want that, ****

Man, these **** say I'm fakin' and I'm taggin' this shit

I ain't got no patience for no hatin', I'm about stackin' a bitch

I don't care who you is, where you from, how you come, bitch I'm gutter

I been out my mind, bitch, I'm beast mode motherfucker

And I'm tell ya, the ambulance, they ain't gon' help ya

I'm heavyweight and you welter, so Badass it'll melt ya

This beat his mine, this street is mine

This profit off this D is mine, I'll make B.R.C second line

Reppin' shine but you don't want that

When I was twelve I stole a chopper from the dump, yeah

I ain't that lil' boy you fuck with or that bitch you fell in love with

I'm that **** with that thug spit who you don't wanna fuck with

I live that life

I'm paranoid so you know I got my steel at night

Be with God when I'm rollin' through them red lights, keep my head tight

And when I take a journey make sure I be led right

Webbie, let me get off in they shit real quick

Who the fuck don't feel this? Stand your bitch ass up so I can slap you with my dick

I was baptized in spittin'

I'ma leave here in blood and that's 'cause you don't want that

You don't want that

(A bunch of Trill **** comin for yo' muthafuckin' stomach)

(Gettin' blunted, loadin' tommies ya dig)

You don't want that

(That ol' red dot aimin' for yo' top)

(That hot bullet tumblin', hit you back while you runnin')

You don't want that

(Walkin' ya down like it ain't nothin' close)

(Close can't miss ya, hit ya, hit ya while struggle)

You don't want that

Uh, uh, bitch-ass-****, you don't want that

You don't want that, ****

Look, look

See, Big Head rock black with the gat cock back

And the fat rock sack, 'bouta shake the block back

Try to hate, stop that, then you gettin' popped at

Mercedes make the Maybach and I gotta cop that

So be cool, lay back, **** hold yo' grudge

Hold your nuts, hold breath but Big Head won't budge

On Bright Street with a Tek like fuck the judge

Hit your set, leave it wet like the Crips and Bloods

I shoot shit with certain **** but I ain't friendly

In the south, been murkin' ****, so it's just in me

They out here smokin' weed and poppin' and it's gettin' them skinny

You can clown if you want when I'm soundin' the semi

All around me in the club when I'm downin' the Henny

You wasn't 'round me when Santa didn't come down the chimney

If you lookin' for some beef, you done found you plenty

And them **** off my street, they'll clown for pennies

You don't want that

(A bunch of Trill **** comin' for yo' muthafuckin' stomach)

(Gettin' blunted, loadin' tommies ya dig)

You don't want that

(That ol' red dot aimin' for yo' top)

(That hot bullet tumblin', hit you back while you runnin')

You don't want that

(Walkin' ya down like it ain't nothin' close)

(Close can't miss ya, hit ya, hit ya while struggle)

You don't want that

Uh, uh, bitch-ass-****, you don't want that

You don't want that, ****