[Intro: kurtains]
Don't fuck with my bros (Don't fuck with me)

[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, don't fuck around
'Cause I brought the sticks, I brought the stones
I put the chopper right up to your dome
You know the Chrome, it's bleeding your nose
I ain't got time, for none of these hoes
Pull up with a strap, I'm makin' 'em fold
Makin' 'em dance, makin' them diddy though
Big racks, I stuff in my Fendi bag
Feel like a Xan, hop in my outside
I got a check, checking my vibe out
Running your mouth, end up in a Volvo
Yeah, I'm posted with angelus, all up in a beamer
Yeah, I make 'em run, I make 'em scream, ah

[Verse 1: angelus]
I got the racks, I know that you see it
He want a verse, said he gotta buy it
You want the smoke, then you come and get it
Step on my money, yeah, I'm on the midget
You copped a beat, don't act like we kickin' it
Rub on your head, I know that you feeling this
I got my bands up, yeah, I made it
Off of this gas, I'm feeling so faded
Poppin' first like faded black hair
I got the Moncler on my jacket
He thought he was up, but he used to crack it
[Verse 2: ONE YEAR]
Dirty, dirty, dirty in my cup, oh, yeah
Promise you, I don't give a fuck, no way
Sometimes I just care too much, okay
Please just take all of my love away
Racks on me, yeah, I count it
Don't need an accountant
Three bands in my trousers
Pop another downer

[Verse 3: kurtains]
Talkin' down, I make they ass run
All talk, I don't need no gun
Always thinking 'bout me
Talk, talk about me
Yeah, you a fan
You getting scared 'cause I'm makin' checks, 'cause I'm makin' bread
How I'm doing this shit, you never see, you'll never hear, yeah
Why you all in my face?
See me succeed, now you're all getting pissed
You get so mad, keep having these fits
While I'm in the back, chill out with my space
With my bros

[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, don't fuck around
'Cause I brought the sticks, I brought the stones
I put the chopper right up to your dome
You know the Chrome, it's bleeding your nose
I ain't got time, for none of these hoes
Pull up with a strap, I'm makin' 'em fold
Makin' 'em dance, makin' them diddy though
Big racks, I stuff in my Fendi bag
Feel like a Xan, hop in my outside
I got a check, checking my vibe out
Running your mouth, end up in a Volvo
Yeah, I'm posted with angelus, all up in a beamer
Yeah, I make 'em run, I make 'em scream, ah