Trevor Smith - Don't Touch Me lyrics

This is a national security alert Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go Back with the most venomous rap It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap You can applause and from the very beginnin' You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in With another banger I call it the cliffhanger Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap sh** (Come on) You could see the way I make 'em mad sick From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick (Come on) Log on you better grab onto somethin' Because I'm 'bout to shake sh** again and make 'em black b**h (Come on) Now you hear the shots ring off from b**hes takin' everything off Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**er Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) It's gettin' hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) Here we go Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin' And break it on down just a little once again Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin' And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin' While you're slacking on your macking, Duke, we always keep it goin' Right to the left, do it to d**h, now watch me Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle And I, pull out the sk**et, prepare for the cookin' How I'm whylin' n***as wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin' Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn Now they ready to spaz cause we bring the best to them sh** that shut it down on the regular That's with the fly 80s' n***a that was whippin' in a Cressida Fresher than, most of these n***as, k**in' the rest of the Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin' So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) It's gettin' hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) Here we go You don't really want it my dude I'm sayin' most my n***as is rude And when we come we eat a n***a food Back to the fact in the matter at hand For me to come in control this whole sh**, was only part of the plan The other part of the plan is for you to understand That nothin' could f** with the kid, let me say it again The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash And just for the record, we got it on smash, now How the f** they even got the audacity The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again I be whylin' wit raunchy b**hes and a bunch of hooligans Now don't get it f**ed up just because I flaunt it n***as think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) It's gettin' hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) Keep it goin' You already know I said it word to mother sh** is so hot you n***as think it's cold up in the summer Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level You got it right Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit (Aww sh**) You see me n***a back in the co*kpit Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip Perspire by a n***a till you see the sweat drop drip So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) It's gettin' hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) Here we go