Bobby Grand - Who Fckn Wit Me? Lyrics

Aint F*cking wit me
U aint f*ckin wit Me!
Its BILI, Nigga
Ayy
Listen
I'm on a mission
To be the greatest
Tryna get rich, f*ck famous
You lame ass niggas done let me catch up
Took a whole break
Now I'm Bach
Like the May
I'm Bout to clean this whole mess up
Pullin these niggas dress up
Cause all I see is bitch
Mediocre rappers
Claiming fever
That shit got me sick
Earned my spot
No co-sign
Making me hot
I'm in the Stu
Like Beef
And I keep me some heat
Do the track and the rap
An incredible feat
That's why yo girl
Hanging with me
And I'm banging her P
Like I'm repping for Pittsburgh
But THEBay on me
Walk thru this bitch
Drippin
Like I got a lake on me!
I don't do dates
Bet she won't flake on me
And if she fall
I make her leave
Like a rake
On me
Better get your shit straight
Fore I get situated
Cuz I get fixated
On the elimination of my enemies
You ain't keen to me
You better flee
Easy kill dog
You less of me
We ain't of the same pedigree
I can't get no money wit u
F*ck you
My momma never hugged you
Why in the f*ck would I trust you?
Muthaf*cka
Who f*ckin wit me?
Who f*ckin wit Me? (Ay)
U f*ckin wit me
U aint f*ckin wit me!
Who f*ckin wit me?
Who f*ckin wit Me? (Lets get it right back)
U F*ckin wit me
U aint f*ckin wit me!
I was taught to manifest what you expect
And mirror what you aspire
Thats why I never be around
Cause Most you niggas is liars
I only listen to Jay
And I Hussle like Nip
Bout to bring my city a chip
Like Bron when he dipped
You ain't the king of shit
Boy
Stop runnin yo lip
And she told me you that you ain't hit
Why you lie on yo dick?
This industry is full of weirdos
And second tier talent
Going platinum wit streaming farms
Know that shit is invalid
Couldn't fill up The House of Blues
Only name on the bill
No wonder that nigga on pills
He can't decipher what's real
He came to the cypher to chill
And to get off his thrills
My mentality was to kill
Like it's me vs the field
I gotta lot to prove
Somebody call up Flex
And tell em I got next
The best shit he heard since cassettes
In my zone
Cause to me this feel better than sex
It's gone lead to a check
Get my momma out the 'jects
Imma go crazy
Til it's 6 feet they lay me
No style of mine is free
You want me present
Better pay me
God gave me the gift
And ain't no fat white man gone tell me different
Play with my career
You could come up missin
Motherf*cka
Who f*ckin wit me?
Who f*ckin wit Me?
U f*ckin wit me
U aint f*ckin wit me!
Who f*ckin wit me?
Who f*ckin wit Me?
U F*ckin wit me
U aint f*ckin wit me!