The Freshman - Don't f** With Me lyrics

[Intro] A man can be pushed, so far Until he finally loses his mind And I think ya'll pushed freshman to far (Yeah) Show them what you got (get him) [Verse 1] Goddamn let's k** them now n***as take shots and they feel so drowned Glock in the back you here that sound POP POP POP and the b**h is down Fame, gets the best of us When I'm at the top yo b**h down to f** But damn that's ok cuz the flow so cold And you act so bold but you live so low And im stacking all the paper but you n***as always hate You controlled by the mob but you're b**h to the Satan (LORD FORGIVE ME) But you're so damn fake you think you know what I'm saying b**h you keep spraying better keep on praying Cuz you probably won't see another f**ing day Say goodbye to your family ill show you the grave Got a chopper and a nine don't f** with me If you do you're blind ill bust your teeth Ooh, bet that f**ing hurt Your a** on the ground you getting served Served like a meal but not desert Dishing out the pain but not the words You'll probably cry as you getting hurt ‘Lil b**h you're praying go back to church It's freshman and I'm part of the motherf**ing A team Big n***as want to run around head through the town and always wanna hate me But let me tell me you're wasting you're time and you're lost in the world And when you with your boy trying to hustle around ill be at your house still f**ing with your girl [Chorus] Don't f** with me I said don't f** with me Lying a** n***a don't f** with me Poor a** n***a don't f** with me b**h a** n***a don't f** with me Snitch a** n***a don't f** with me Trick a** n***a don't f** with me One thousand gang just sign me [Verse 2] Back again I'm like G.I Joe More like a cobra with the venomous flow Take an enima though So I can sh** on you're throat Take control, lets k** them and go I'm not the best mc but I'm getting there Smoking trees when it ease I'm flipping chairs And there's a reason why so many rappers tend to give up Cuz they feel the stress keep them putting more in their cup Somewhat open and shut Slow motion they strut Strut, strutting away, k** them off in a rut Mind running in circles I motherf**ing hate that new synth You spend your day writing down your lyrics, you want to here my two cents Go scribble your sh** and split and go and try to write some new sh** Ima keep on doing my own flick Ain't never f**ing fall for no trick My own sh**, and my own b**h Your poor as n***a get your own whip Your own crib Your own money Lil crazy a** n***a get your own sh** But shout out to Ray Bandz and all his fans for letting me on the crew list [Chorus] Don't f** with me I said don't f** with me Lying a** n***a don't f** with me Poor a** n***a don't f** with me b**h a** n***a don't f** with me Snitch a** n***a don't f** with me Trick a** n***a don't f** with me Thousand gang just sign me