Dylan - f** wih me lyrics

Yall ain't f**in with me cause young n***a im a beast and your girl got a disease. im sick of your a** and you and me are going to clash. i know homei that your trash. im having a birthday bash so you better get away from me before i whip it out.and your a** better quick pouting and you better quit shoutin. i sippin on lemonade and smokin on that coceine. im makin it rain on your a** like the wind drained. i ain't takin the f**in blame spittin on your game and spit on yourgrave saving your a** like bobby woman they caught this girl sinnin and young homie im winnin, winnin this rap game all your life givin me some time to f** your wife. and you better get your life together before i be playing teather ball wit your head and they call me the young red and playing your girl in bed. thats waht the feds said i got dreads an the locks and i got the kevan durant socks f**in your girl in bed tell she falls off androcks