Bankroll Fresh - f**in Witcha lyrics

[Verse 1:] DJ [?] You a p**y n*gga why you spoke to me Out there playing sh**, don't even jump with me All that junk and sh** can't smoke with me Who the f** is that n*gga supposed to be Mad about a b**h, she approaching me With that bad p**y and that throat weak I get street running n*gga low key [?] Wanna whole thing or a four piece Paying cash for it n*gga no lease Don't tell n*ggas that you know me Bust a n*gga out to police DJ got jam out in four weeks [?] [Chorus:] s**er n*gga I ain't f**ing witcha Boston n*gga I ain't f**ing witcha Snitch n*gga I ain't f**ing witcha b**h n*gga I ain't f**ing witcha Mega hoes I ain't f**ing witcha Bro hoe I ain't f**ing witcha [?] Give money I ain't f**ing witcha Keep playing I'm a show n*gga N*gga oh no n*gga Talking like a hoe n*gga I don't worry about a old n*gga Keep up old slow n*gga Sit your a** down old n*gga In the hood with the four wheeler b**h don't need no n*gga [Verse 2:] Taking out his dick round Yeah Miley it's your b**h town Man you know I hate the switch town Ain't a roll in the silver stud [?] p**y n*gga they hate me [?] And you p**y n*gga so cheap That's why you couldn't buy a piece On a good price, shot on me You damn near got it free My medicine bout don't ever leave Pull up n*gga find a seat The rap n*gga say you wanna feek p**y n*gga ain't got a beat Walk around bring a 40 cal f** around and be a blood bath Bankroll capital A man [?] [Chorus]