[Intro]
Fatality introverse
Damn y'all n*gga's ain't k** me yet
Broke n*gga's still talkin sh*t (you still talking)
A millionare and I won't go legit ( I ain't never stop)
I'm selling dope and I don't want to quit
[Chorus]
I don't smoke with you no more
Don't pop bottles with you no more
Don't know what's up with you no more
Don't f*ck with you no more
Don't come around here no more (you better not come around here no more)
Don't come around here no more (we better not catch you around here no more)
Get it (aye yo pull that back man aye yo play that again know what I'm saying)
Introverse
[Chorus]
I don't smoke with you no more
Don't pop bottles with you no more
Don't know what's up with you no more
Don't f*ck with you no more
Don't come around here no more (you better not come around here no more)
Don't come around here no more (we better not catch you around here no more)
I don't count with you no more
Hang out with you no more
Don't know what's up with you no more
Don't f*ck with you no more
Don't come around here no more (you better not come around here no more)
Don't come around here no more (we better not catch you around here no more)
[Verse 1]
Get it
I ain't got a jealous bone in me
I hope n*gga's get as rich as fifty
I been putting on for my city I been putting on for my city
Cashville I brought my n*gga's with me
Bandana's and some blue dickies
I get rid of these briefs quickly never coming home if these Feds get me
I know baby I done changed game
B*tch I'm doing my thing game
Show a n*gga how to fall down and get right back up I could do it
We buying Glocks out the pawn shop I get them out the box hand hot
My youngest son selling rocks at the bus stop him hand pop
We running p**y n*gga's soft got to be hard if you going to be selling soft
We got the gun come and wrap your own
You need a address for me to mail it off
These n*gg'as feeling some type of way
So it's a few things I'd like to say
I don't owe anybody nothing
Don't like it do something n*gga
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Grown man with his hand out
Got your b*tch taking her man out (damn)
Better come and get these 28 grams and stand out (yeah)
Look at him he just ran out (what)
Look at him pulling them bands out(bands)
All of my n*gga's got court cases that they don't give a damn about
I'm so deep in this c**aine
I'm a part of a family n*gga
Pulling up in these projects but I'm living like a Miami n*gga
I'm in love with this dope game I just got me a grammy n*gga
Swear to God I'd never open my mouth about what ya'll hand me n*gga
Pyrex and a rifle plastic bags and a bible
Some white girls buying powder they be waiting on my arrival
I know these hoes is feeling some type of a way
There's a few things I'd like to say
B*tch I don't owe nobody nothing please stay the f*ck out of my way
Okay
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah yeah yeah let's slow it down a little bit who kid can I make you say ooo ahh ooo ahh yeah exclusively n*gga with ya boy who kid and big Snoop Dogg