D.G. Yola - Don't Make Us lyrics

[DJ Montay] Yeah! One time it's your boy DJ Montay right Representin that Oomp Camp~! I got some n***as with me DJ Unk, Yola the Great, and me myself of course man We bearin up outta Oomp Camp, it goin down If you don't give a f** in this motherf**er put your middle fingers up You don't give a f** bout that other click n***a You know what time it is Ay ay ay! Now put them middle fingers up if you don't give a f** Put them middle fingers up if you don't give a f** {*3X*} f** them haters, f** them snitches (f** 'em!) {*3X*} f** them haters, f** them snitches [Chorus: repeat 2X] n***a don't make 'em put them hands on you n***a don't make 'em pull them heaters on you n***a don't make us send the squad on you n***a cause we don't give a f** about you [Unk] You talk a lot of sh**, but can you back it up Got 15's with red beams pointin out of trucks Oh now you backin up, I tried to tell 'em man You lookin sick, you out here Dodge'n like some Caravans Oh please don't make me mad, I turn your smile to frown I'ma put my middle finger up and start to countin down It goes one don't make me, two three go off Cause if I do, I'm gon' pop the trunk and reach for that sawed off Yeah! Cause we ain't playin games, yeah I'm from that 4th Ward Yeah! I'll find you dead on Bankhead up in Pull Apart{?} Yeah! You p**y n***as scared, yeah Unk will pull your card f** with that squad like some spades I'll cut your card It pays the cost to be the boss like Rick Ross I'm hustlin Fat stacks be doublin while other n***as be strugglin I got them hands and them heaters n***a now who buckin And I don't give a f** n***a, better start duckin [Chorus] [Interlude] f** you n***a! {*8X*} You say motherf** me? Naw motherf** you! {*4X*} Now rep your zone (represent) now rep your boys (repesent) {*4X*} I just don't give a f** {*8X*} p**y n***a! [Chorus] [D.G. Yola] Yeah I don't like you, cause you a f** n***a (you a fu*k~!) You lil' ho (you lil' ho) you old duck n***a (you a DUCK~!) Yeah I don't like you, cause you a b**h n***a (you a b*tch~!) You lil' snitch (you lil' snitch) you old f** n***a (ha ha) Yeah I don't f**s wit'cha cause you on that other sh** You don't f** with me cause I'm on that gutter sh** You know my steelo, I don't give a f** When you see me, my middle finger up I slap the taste out'cha mouth, for talkin sideways Gon' introduce you to my motherf**in 12 gauge Hit 'em up, what's up, I dump and leave a s**er a** in pieces Lil' bad a** n***a and nope, you you don't want to see me They say I'm crazy, like I anm with them demons We drankin and smokin, whylin and loc'n, and this what we screamin Yeah, addict temper ho, yeah addict temper b**h! Yeah, addict temper ho, yeah addict temper b**h! [Chorus]