[Intro: B.G. & Juvenile]
What's up, Juvie
What's happenin', B.Geezy
I'm chillin'. Me, I don't like them old bitch ass n***as
I don't like them bitch ass n***as either
They better get tha fuck from 'round here
Rattin' motherfucker

[Verse 1: B.G.]
N***a, come on my set, I'ma feel disrespect
Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that
No vest ain't gon' protect you
The shit that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool
I'm tellin' you
I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
When I'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a n***a best to jet
N***a, like a rainstorm, your whole block get wet
All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, n***a, in a Rolex
Roamin' on tha streets, Feds got a warrant for my arrest
Fuck that, I'm just a n***a they gon' have ta catch
I kick a n***a momma door in if he tryin' ta hide
And then I put one in his mom head if I don't get mine
You could call it what you wanna, but that's how I play it
Now play with me, I got a K, and watch how quick I spray it
[Chorus: Juvenile & B.G.]
I don't even want them n***as comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them n***as fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them n***as hangin' on our block
I don't even want them n***as scorin' out our shop
I don't even want them n***as comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them n***as fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them n***as ridin' down our block
I don't even want them n***as lookin' at our shop

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught
You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads
Tryin' ta find out where a n***a hide his stash and cars
It's n***as like you that be gettin' n***as like me stuck
It's n***as like you that be givin' n***as like me up
I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what
You plobly hangin' 'round a n***a 'cause you need a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for ya with MAC-10's ta pop ya
You never thought that I would do that ta stop ya
That lil' man was surprised to have you like I gotcha
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa
[Chorus: Juvenile & B.G.]
I don't even want them n***as comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them n***as fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them n***as hangin' on our block
I don't even want them n***as scorin' out our shop
I don't even want them n***as comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them n***as fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them n***as ridin' down our block
I don't even want them n***as lookin' at our shop

[Verse 3: B.G.]
Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'?
'Cause once it's on tha stove, get on your shit because I'm lookin'
You betta know
I ain't gonna let a n***a disrespect my clique
And I ain't gon' let a n***a come and take my shit
That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch
So ain't no way I ain't gon' grab my K and let my shit spit
When I spin the ben I don't give a fuck who gets split
If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent
It's game we play, and it's hectic
If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected
With pussy-n***as... my block's infested
So one by one, they all gon' get rested
Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
When I hit you all in your face, your casket is closed
You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt
N***a thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt
[Chorus: Juvenile & B.G.]
I don't even want them n***as comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them n***as fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want them n***as hangin' on our block
I don't even want them n***as scorin' out our shop
I don't even want them n***as comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them n***as fuckin' with our hoes
Man, I don't even want them n***as ridin' down our block
I don't even want them n***as lookin' at our shop
I don't even want these n***as comin' 'round no more
Look, I don't even want you n***as fuckin' with our hoes
I don't even want you n***as ridin' down my block
I don't even betta not catch you n***as lookin' at my shop
N***a

{Outro: ​B.G. & Juvenile}​
Ha-ha
What up, what up
Old bitch-ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass-n***as betta stay... your motherfuckin' ass back
Turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a n***a, ha
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass
How ya luv that
Askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, bitch, I'ma catch ya
Uh-huh
Fuckin' with tha B.Geezy
I got a cake baked for ya
N***a, Juvie
We got a cake baked for ya