[Intro: Young Dolph]
Ayy, yo, BandPlay
Paper Route Frank
Band, Band
It's Dolph

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (Woo)
Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me
N***a, I'm bustin' for me (Fire)
I went and got it and put my tax on it
N***a, I don't do nothin' for free (Bitch)
The double R truck sit in front of the mansion
I cashed out four hunnid Gs (Bitch)
You catch a body, I'm gon' pay the bail and thе lawyer
It's nothin' to me (For real, though)
I'm a rich n***a, I'm greedy as fuck
So I gеt what I want and I need (For real, though)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me
In twenty-four hours, sold a hunnid Ps (A hundo)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me
Can't fuck with a dog bitch, she give you fleas (Bitch)
Just a street n***a with millions on deck (Frank)
Too many chains, this shit hurtin' my neck (Damn)
Courtside, watchin' the Lakers and Nets (Yeah)
When I'm in the air, only time that I rest
I can't be trickin' on none of these bitches
I'm with my grandma, count a mill' on the check (Ayy)
I can sell dope out any apartment in my hood
'Cause that's where they love me at
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah)

[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph & Snupe Bandz]
I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (Woo)
She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass
She probably fuckin' on me (Maybe)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah, Bandz)

[Verse 2: Snupe Bandz]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me
Came in the game, knockin' shit out, Muhammad Ali
I stay fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Got my own style, there won't ever be another me (Nah)
Too much sauce, young n***a got the recipe, yeah (Too much)
Big drip, nah, I like it thirty shots in my clip (Nah)
Hit 'em with the Drac', it gon' take a n***a limb (Bah, bah)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah)
I came in the game with a bag (Big bag)
Cashed out on the 'Vet, I'm still ridin' paper tags
Never goin' back, bruh, I left that shit up in the past (Nah)
I ain't stoppin' for the boy 'cause the coupe too fast (Skrrt, I'm gone)
Call me John Cena 'cause these n***as ain't see me
Nothin' like these n***as, I'm alien, E.T. (E.T.)
Ice on my neck poppin' out like 3-D, yeah (Ice)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me on my worst day
I get the cake, every day, it's my birthday (Cake)
K with the mop, shake the spot like a earthquake (Murder)
See, murder with me in the coupe with a Drac' (Drac')
Usually in the cut with a dirty K (Dirty K)
Usually get by, you won't get away (Nah)
Choppers on deck and a young n***a paid (A young n***a paid)
[Chorus: Young Dolph & Snupe Bandz]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (On the gang)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (On the mob)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (On the gang)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (On the mob)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (On the gang)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Murder)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Murder)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Murder)

[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph & PaperRoute Woo]
I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (Woo)
She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass
She probably fuckin' on me (Maybe)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh, on gang)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh, on gang)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah, on gang)

[Verse 3: PaperRoute Woo]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nope)
Twenty K, it ain't nothin' to me (It's not)
Youngins with me, they be bustin' for me (Fire)
VVSs, it's the closest for me (Bling blaow)
You tricking' off, I done fucked her for free (No cap)
Bad bitch, she gon' suck it for me (Suck it for me)
Js on, n***a, fuck the release (Fuck the release)
Glocks on me, n***a, it's a .23 (Fire)
Still trappin', I can't get out the street (Nope)
Take a trip to Cali' every other week
Buy a car, n***a, every other month (Every other)
Pay up the plug, I ain't doin' no fronts (No fronts)
Shoot first, I ain't doin' no runnin'
At the Clearport with a whole lotta money (Whole lotta)
At the Clearport with a whole lotta racks (Racks)
A whole lotta bands (Bands)
One man army, I don't need no man (No man)
Got it out the mud, I ain't need no hand (No hand)
Took my first trip, just me and my plan
Trashed up .40 and the G Route pants (G Route pants)
Look at my chain, kill you and your man (You and your man)
Copped the Glock when the G5 land (G5 land)
Drop the top tryna get a little tan (Yeah)
Spin the block, ain't have to spin it again (On gang)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah)

[Post-Chorus: Young Dolph &]
I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (Woo)
She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass
She probably fuckin' on me (Maybe)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These bitches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh)
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah)