[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
I got that killer shit
I got that killer shit
I got that killer shit
I got that killer shit
Killer shit, shit

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy, killer shit
Villainous, hero, don't give a shit
Hancock, Will Smith
Adrenaline, with a twist
Take pride that I'm so Chi
These young bucks just a nuisance to my sidekicks
This shit here like magic
Yeah, this here like magic
Abracadabra, rabbits
No hook, but so hooked
Take crack at my habits (Crack)
Neutron, but too bomb
Did it all with no tablets
That's a write-off if it costs right
Get your light blue, then the off white

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no
(She just gotta have it, she just gotta have it)
(Have it, have it)
Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Make me lose my mind, girl, I can see it
I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no, yeah, yeah
Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it, bang, bang, bang
Fuck me real good, tell me that you'll have to let me go
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy, no fares, dope fiends
Don't try that nose sting
Police rushed in
And they ran lights, I got rocks and
Code D, codeine
On that James Dean, call it James Dean
Say watch that, watch that
You might die drivin' the same thing
Same thing, same thing
Whoop whoop, see that shit?
Triple entendre, no accident (Uh)
Might crash tryna catch this shit (Uh)
Contact if you catch a whiff
All contact that I catch adrift
Then I kick-block, then stop on K.Dot tryna stack a brick
So like ten rocks, crush it up, and don't touch it up
While you uppercut
Shoryuken, fuck it up
N***a, let 'em hit it raw
Send it through your system through a car antenna, uh
N***a, how she feel it when it lands deeply in her jaw?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no
Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Make me lose my mind, girl, I can see it
I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no, yeah, yeah
Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it, bang, bang, bang
Fuck me real good, tell me that you'll have to let me go
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Higher from the back, flyin' tryna top
Fire to the buyer to the tryer of the rock
Supplier to the buyer to the drivers of the drop
Lighter to the higher to the writer to the cops
Lighter to the pipe or set fire to the crops
Freebase, crack, rock
Supply it worldwide while they fire at the box
Police raid, trap hot
Police state, black plot
Drier than the fire, so there's violence a lot
Price goin' higher, so they're firin' the shots
Die or survival, that's survival of the block
That's your girl, I could X that, by any means, I get it clean
One last hit, and that's it, she won't act it, can't intervene

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no
Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Make me lose my mind, girl, I can see it
I ain’t fuckin' with your drama, no, yeah, yeah
Baby, all you wanna do is hit it, hit it
Get it, bang, bang, bang
Fuck me real good, tell me that you'll have to let me go