F.W.U.
Me
You don't know me, you don't know me
You don't know me, you don't know
You don't know me, you don't know me
The champ is here
Yea
You don't know me, I be rollin'
I be smokin', on a cloud
Roll it up, after breakin' down
And my shit loud, yours don't make a sound
I'm dippin' and dodgin' them haters', now
All bout my 'woods and my paper, now
This for my drug dealers and players
Throw your hands up in the air
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Christo, you know I do not care
I don't give a fuck, still pullin' up actin' drunk as fuck
Finna roll a blunt and you know what's up
Pull up to the scene, niggas know it's us
Niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us, uh
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us (Champ)
Them niggas can't fuck with us (Yea), them niggas can't fuck with us (Uh)
Can't fuck with us
Christo, I get it, I spit it proper
I look at this rappers' like enchiladas
Nigga's talk shit, they don't want no problem
I'm never gon' fall off I'm not Mufasa
Simba, Lion King, I'm the king, then the back, I-N-G
R.I.P. Ali, float, butterfly, sting like a bee
And fly like an eagle, I'm just high with me and my people
Got my Beanie on like I'm Sigel
Talk shit and my niggas delete you, right in your sneakers
I'ma different type a creature, known to kill it with the features
Known to kill it with these beats, too
Transparent, nigga's see through
Niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us, uh
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us (Champ)
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us
Can't fuck with us
Froze, young nigga too cold
Smoke, everyday I'm woke
Rollin' up, 'woods, makin' moves, joog
Posted up with my crooks, makin' all the hoes look
Rhyme shinin' like the gold on my neck
But, I know some niggas' that can put a hole through your chest
Got weed and a pint but I still need a Sprite
My mind's too bright to not be in the light
Take a seat. take a ride, take a trip, you can find out
I be where the crime be, there's a line out
On the table, bitches able, to do
Co-cocaine up in they nasal
You don't know me, you don't know me
You don't know me, you don't know
You don't know me, you don't know me
The champ is here
Yea
You don't know me, I be rollin'
I be smokin', on a cloud
Roll it up, after breakin' down
And my shit loud, yours don't make a sound
I'm dippin' and dodgin' them haters', now
All bout my 'woods and my paper, now
This for my drug dealers and players
Throw your hands up in the air
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Christo, you know I do not care
I don't give a fuck, still pullin' up actin' drunk as fuck
Finna roll a blunt and you know what's up
Pull up to the scene, niggas know it's us
Niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us, uh
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us (Champ)
Them niggas can't fuck with us (Yea), them niggas can't fuck with us (Uh)
Can't fuck with us
Christo, I get it, I spit it proper
I look at this rappers' like enchiladas
Nigga's talk shit, they don't want no problem
I'm never gon' fall off I'm not Mufasa
Simba, Lion King, I'm the king, then the back, I-N-G
R.I.P. Ali, float, butterfly, sting like a bee
And fly like an eagle, I'm just high with me and my people
Got my Beanie on like I'm Sigel
Talk shit and my niggas delete you, right in your sneakers
I'ma different type a creature, known to kill it with the features
Known to kill it with these beats, too
Transparent, nigga's see through
Niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us, uh
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us (Champ)
Them niggas can't fuck with us, them niggas can't fuck with us
Can't fuck with us
Froze, young nigga too cold
Smoke, everyday I'm woke
Rollin' up, 'woods, makin' moves, joog
Posted up with my crooks, makin' all the hoes look
Rhyme shinin' like the gold on my neck
But, I know some niggas' that can put a hole through your chest
Got weed and a pint but I still need a Sprite
My mind's too bright to not be in the light
Take a seat. take a ride, take a trip, you can find out
I be where the crime be, there's a line out
On the table, bitches able, to do
Co-cocaine up in they nasal
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Writer(s): Christopher Amponsah
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