Poetik Genius - Dontf**witusyouknowweboutit lyrics

Hook: Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Verse one (Mr. Groove): I'm walking tall, standing tall Got big stacks n***a watch me ball Puffing loud packs, every beat I maul Paint a masterpiece, call me Warhol Big n***a, got big thangs, live big dreams, rock big chains Drive big cars, rock big ice, I'm a soldier boy; toat big pipes I'm that nice, that cold I'm that ill, I'm unopposed My top's back I am exposed, I'm the bomb n***a, watch me explode It's warfare every time I rap, like Sun Tzu it's an art to that I sun fools, high noon in fact Then darkness looms, n***a it's a wrap I'm supercharged, high octane, I lace these bars with dioxane I raised the bar past the top plain Trying to reach for that, it's a long drop maine Who's the man, need you ask, I stay with heat body counts to match They can't compete they are mismatched, the top spot is mine I am encamped YEAH...I am the champ champagne dousing YEAH...Hangman's the camp stars surrounding Groove The Boss, Pee Da Gee, Poetik Genius The H.M.G We are the best surpremacy 3 heads like Ghidorah, we the Kings Hook: Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Verse two (Poetik Genius): I just landed with Broncos, were its hella snow, & the weed loud Bring tecks in case he's foul, stand out when I'm in crowds Press the right bu*ton,(BRRRRRR) let it ring back like a speed dial Broads diss, Wanna c now, but its to bad I'm getting bad I'm getting c-nial Wanna ball with these bands. like we march wit madness No one brand I switch up fabrics On my feet till I'm deceased ova, spit crack that reek coka Outa space, don't need closure, still major with street soilders Wanna learn I Pete rose em & Drive for mills, like I'm meek chauffeur Sleeping on me, see em nodding off, fishy n***as, I smell caviar Till I roll less, no Audemar, Wit Dz out it's no Mardi Gras Out here on rampage, Hand helds, Ak's Cuttin' n***as with my dam spades, make em see stars like back stage Like a midget doctor , I got little patients, n***as talking no altercation No money it's no conversation, light ya up like the strip in like Vegas Hope u kno dat we ain't playing, real n***as know what we saying Yea n***a we bout that, they do the same, yea I doubt that What's good Hook: Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Don't f** with us you know we bout it....yeah Verse three (Par Da'God): You n***as ain't f**ing with Par f**ing with Par is like spitting up to God You get it in yo face Chrome 40 where ever I go, I'm taking off I need space This music sh** I'm bout it (ey) Getting money don't doubt it (unh) 6 gear fast I'm audi It's ink all over my body Living life in reefer, everyday is cloudy I'm a Independent King, Kobe on his 3rd ring I'm a square Mayweather in the ring Von Miller, on the turf I got sack's (sack's) I got work RNS, my staff no snakes just worms (worms) Everybody's doing dirt We 'bout this sh** (Yep) HMG n***a Independent Kingz We the truth (yay), truth hurt's (hurts) (YAY) f** n***as, ya'll can't f** with the click maine HMG, Independent Kings Everything Rated R, everything Up 2 Par Boss Muzik, f** with us What up my n***a Zilla hey!!!