Don't Fuck With Us Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1] 

Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch I'm really 'bout that action 

I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic 

Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater 

Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin' 

Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know 

All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast 

All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga 

When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is 

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[Hook] 

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time 

Won't give it all to a fuck nigga 

Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer 

You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us 

[Verse 2] 

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me 

To piss in a cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed 

Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me 

Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'mma slide, you gon' rest in peace 

I got a couple fans in my hand right now 

Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs 

Now I can see why you hatin' me 

All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak 

I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free 

Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P 

I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, [?] 

Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me 

All the baddest bitches know 

[Hook] 

Won't waste my time 

Won't give it all to a fuck nigga 

Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer 

You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us 

[Verse 3] 

A nigga a savage 

Any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it 

My bitches the baddest 

Any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it 

You spendin' paper and plastic 

Always tryna come up on a plug 

Run a check up like I run her up 

Bitches love fuckin' with a thug 

OHB, only hot bitches 

Out here ballin', too much confidence 

100 B, ain't no stoppin' this 

Out here brackin', you need binoculars 

See my team, diamonds immaculate 

Sing sing, send 'em packages 

Bang bang, in the line of fire 

Then them niggas come after ya 

[Hook] 

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time 

Won't give it all to a fuck nigga 

Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer 

You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us