[Verse One: Willie Dee]
Five-oh's on my mother f**ing back
Cause I'm a young black with a bad a** Cadillac
I can't ride on the mother f**ing street
Without being hara**ed by some bullsh** police
f**ing with me like a thug
Pulling me over for suspicion of d**
They look dumb when they see I ain't got none
So they take me down for the shotgun
That I keep in the front seat
For any dumb mother f**er who f**s with me
Charge me b**h, give me a run
I'll be out before the mother f**ing paper works done
Having fun with my friends
Doing the same old sh** all over again
Cause I ain't being played like a s**er
By no doughnut eating chicken white mother f**er
They can't stand to see a brother making
I ain't go no keys so stop f**ing with me
Before you make me mad
And I'll put out a hit to take care of your a**
I ??? none mother f**er
If I catch you in street clothes I'mma bust a
Cap on your a** for making me disgusted
That'll teach your a** not to f** with
[Hook:]
Willie Dee
(Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched]
Willie Dee
(Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched]
Hit me!
[Verse Two: Willie Dee]
I'm a lover not a f**er
b**hes on my dick like a tight a** rubber
Keeping my sh** hard as wood
Not because I eat 'em good because I treat 'em good
Chop chop chopping mother f**ers up
Hardest mother f**er, he don't give a f**
?? down with me
Come down we kick more a** than HPD
Get down for the crown in a ??
Ain't the average face mother f**er on a racket
Live the life that I sing about
Make a stupid a** move and you'll find out
I don't give a f** where you come from son
I ain't taking sh** off of nobody, cause I'm
[Hook:]
Willie Dee
(Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched]
Willie Dee
(Don't f** with me) -- > Ghetto Boys [scratched]
(f** with me)
[Verse Three: Willie Dee]
Can't act a mother f**ing fool
So don't put me in the god damn mood
Bum rushing is ho sh**
All the bad mother f**ers are dead and that's no sh**
I ain't playing on another man's wishes
I'm too busy f**ing with the b**hes
Would I give a damn if my friend f** my gal?
As long as he told me we still pals
Let it slide cause I'm on another level
But get your b**h a** for times get better
And let her stupid a** go
Cause one ho don't stop no god damn show
I send her a** through a trauma
When I pack her sh** and send her back to her momma
Cause I'd rather have an ugly chick
Then a hard head fine a** pretty b**h
Who ain't down, want me to hound
Like her pussies the only one in town
I tell a b**h to get on
Cause p**y ain't nothing but meat on a bone, to Willie Dee
[Interlude:]
Yo, I don't understand these stupid a** mother f**ers beating on their woman's for f**ing on
But still come on like a mother f**ing punk come for s**ing dick
Why the hell you wanna give a b**h a A when she deserves a C
It's time for you mother f**ers to listen to me
[Verse Four: Willie Dee]
I got three b**hes that know each other
But it's cool cause I'm a mother f**er
I take them out spend a lot of money
But ain't no damn b**h gonna run me
They give each other respect
Whoever f**s up I put them in check
So before you clown you should know this
She might be your gal but she's my b**h
Ho like a drug dealer style
And mosee on down to the next damn guy
All your friends think "girl you look stunning"
But b**h your turn is coming
Fight over a b**h, what for?
I lose one and gain seven more
(You'se a lying mother f**er) I'll a sure you I'm not
b**h stop s**ing my dick tell 'em what I got
[Outro:]
Seven women in the palm of his hands, Willie Dee
Willie