Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Fat Nick & LAMB$
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Fat Nick
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Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Fat Nick & Eddy Baker
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Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Fat Nick & Eddy Baker
Fat Nick & Germ
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Fat Nick & Pouya
[Intro]
Dirty Vans
Beat Fiends
[Verse 1]
Sixteen, not my mama's bitch, I've been T'd up
Busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing, bruh
Guiseppe stepper, got some pistols
Who the fuck want pressure?
Jug in Lexus, get your bands up, bitch, 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 shits, 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 shit 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 fuck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck 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 bitch then leave her ass in pure rejection
Bitch 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 shit but my money keep talking
Pussy, don't eat it, I fuck it and leave it
I'm better than you and I truly do mean it
She suck on my dick 'cause the thottie be T'd up
I'm global as shit and nobody can feel me
Flex in my Euro car, my called that I'm a star
Riding 'round, my thumper tucked, like Pouya, bitch, you will Get Bucked
Breaking the 'script but my Swishers stay lit
I'm just sippin' my shit, I can't take no one's shit
Global the gang, I can't fuck 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 shit, we worldwide now, no normal bitch can fuck 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 fuck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck 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 (fuck school)
Global, take your bitch, you gon' take this loose
Pop it, gon' stop it, rockets, we dodge it
Twenty-two pistol up-up in my pocket
Pussy not with it, drop 'em and ditch 'em
Caught 'em and catch 'em, the bodies be stacking
All my bitches sucking dick, I'm fucking 'til I cramp my hip
Pistols out, I'm poppin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch, we balling now
Call it, gon' text back, I'm running your shit back
A hunnit big choppers, I'm pushing some weight back
Drilling your shit, I don't take no one's shit
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 bitch, I made her drink
Running and fronting, the pistols you ducking
No thottie, oh, thottie, I know you like fucking
Just pop her a flat and she'll think she be sucking
She stupid ass bitch 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 fuck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
No, no, don't, no no, don't
No, don't, no no, don't
Don't you, don't you fuck with me
Oh, don't you, don't you fuck with me
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Fuck your, fuck your, fuck your squad
Don’t You was written by Fat Nick.
Don’t You was produced by Dirty Vans.