[Intro]
(Real n***a— real n***a radio)
(Okay, I'm reloaded)
They don't want it with us
Ayy, you know what time it is, n***a
They don't want it with us
Cocaine 5, White Friday, pussy
So come shop with me
They don't want it with us
Record label who? N***a, I do my own thing
Cocaine 5, n***a, I'm in my own lane
Record label who? N***a, I do my own thing
Cocaine— Cocaine— cocaine— Cocaine—
(Bring that shit back one more time, n***a)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Record label who? N***a, I do my own thing
Cocaine 5, n***a, I'm in my own lane
Runnin' 'round with shooters, young n***as, they insane
I&E the mob, n***a, I got my own gang
Bigga, Bigga Rankin, you better tell these n***as
Work in the U-Haul, respect down in Duval
Hundred clips, a hundred bricks before I ever knew y'all
Walkin' through your hood like, "What up? What it do, dog?"
Fake-ass trappers, phony-ass rappers
N***as say anything to sell they lil' albums (True)
Choppers on the tour bus, feds tryna grab 'em
Phantom in the driveway, still ain't dropped an album
[Chorus]
They don't want it with us
Fuck it, it's Cocaine, n***a
White Friday, n***a
They don't want it with us
They don't want it with us (Ayy)
They don't want it with us

[Verse 2: Zed Zilla]
Ayy, they might puff dro and they might fuck hoes
Ayo, all I know? They don't want it with us
I'm talkin' 'bout everywhere I go, I got choppers and four-fours
First sucker even lookin' like he want it, I bust
I'm mister Z-E-D, I be Southside coastin'
Plenty syrup, plenty dro, now I'm in slow motion
Shooter hit your head, stomach, leg all in one motion
For the he said, she said causin' a commotion
When you take your shirt off, then them Crips think you Locing to get the bullets out, the doctors C-sectioned you open
All my n***as straight killer like the illa we be smokin'
So if a n***a fuckin' with us, in the river he be floatin', Zilla

[Chorus]
They don't want it with us
They don't want it with us
They don't want it with—
They don't want it with us
[Verse 3: Starlito]
Reefer and a heater, cocaina fever
Bruh gave me a chance, time to make the world believers
Grind like it's overtime, call us overachievers
Made my quota off of overs, that way I sold them cheaper cashville, got a whole platoon full of goons
See, this pistol, that's the preview, the bullets, they comin' soon movie shit, think Lord of War
Or maybe Blow, I'm the college-age Jordan, hella weed
Hella weed and the gun make it a felony
Fifty-pound bale, aw hell, I know the smell on me
Weighin' up the LBs, they payin' up to twelve a piece
Keep havin' nightmares of n***as tryna tell on me