Artist: Dougie D f/ Lil B, Lil Sha, Mr. 3-2 Album: Go Hard or Go Home Song: U Really Don't Wanna Fuck With Us Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2x] You really, don't wanna fuck with us Nigga, we armed and we dangerous You really, don't wanna fuck with us Playing them games, will get you hoes fucked up [Dougie D] Knock knock on the motherfucking door, nigga who is it It's Dougie, up in your motherfucking ear so bitch listen Sick and tired of telling you bitches, quit playing them games Me and my dog barking and grinding, and off of the chain Feel froggy then jump, bitch if you want to But this motherfucking slug in this gauge, is going through you I ain't scared of you bitches, I told you hoes already And I fuck with a click of guerillas, that's all ready Ok any case, worst case come first Your head start to get big, your head get burst I'm a motherfucking G, and lil' bitch I'm about that You don't wanna feel that 45, splitting your wig back Don't do 'em like that, get this gat if you wanna Come around these parts tripping, your people get disappointed Feel sorry for your mother, now that the drama end Bulls gon learn by fucking around, with these grown ass men [Hook - 2x] [Lil B] You can't fuck with us, we do 'em doing dangerous It's a must I bust, and leave haters in the dust You can call a nigga danger, keeping one in the chamber Busting at any nigga, running up I think a stranger Me and my nigga Doug, we be ready for war You know who we are, Slow Loud And Bangin' slug in your car I'm sick and tired of playing games, with bitches and hoes These niggaz and foes, time to start kicking in do's You get your wig split quick, talking shit bout South Klique Lil B still that nigga, you hoes can't fuck with In the booth or in the streets, I'm bringing you heat Like 4-4's and calicoes, you niggaz is weak, you can't fuck with us [Lil Sha] Trick ass buster, we ain't scrapping That's like P.O.'s dealing with the dead, it ain't happening I'm gon make you hoes, disappear this year Soon as I pop the top, on this beer Put the light to the sweet, cock back the heat Make a nigga turn the other side, of his cheek Talk is cheap, so niggaz gon give out a lot I pull out the AK, and clear out the whole block Niggaz running like Emmit Smith, Trae's glock the gift Load it up so fast, and bust so swift C-Walking, G talking with a extra clip Let another motherfucker, be the next to trip bitch [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] Ride dirty and packed, big heat Square up with boys, and slap out niggaz teeth Breaking up concrete, when I stomp down Mr. 3-2, I'm the Boss of H-Town Don't make me clown, and act a god damn fool Letting niggaz have it, with the 4-5 tool Baby I'm old school, I'll pop the trunk Let niggaz have it, and kill me some punks Just let somebody jump, or step out of line I'ma click-clack cock it back, now you flat line Smash and stomp down, with that boy Dougie D Taking no shit, bitch it's S.U.C [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Hoe ass boy, I'll put you on your back pocket Can't get up, bitch ass nigga Know I'm tal'n bout, know I'm saying Little fool little martian, I slap niggaz into another dimension And it's for real, all the time live and direct Fucking with a big nigga like me, heavyweighting Smashing and stomping down, breaking up concrete When I walk round this bitch, know I'm tal'n bout