Sangtekst: Lil' Wyte. The One And Only. We Ain't Kool.

Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn [3X]
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case [3x]
Mother fuck you punks why you all in my shit
you ain't shit you lucky your ass ain't already been hit
I been thinkin' bout takin' you out
and I ain't talkin' lunch you can figure it out
right after you finish eating this punch
and it ain't in a bowl served up with four boney knuckles
im a killa bitch mag 90 and ak are my uncles
we be clicked up ready to mash and dump on some bitches
choke that dick up you a hoe and I don't fuck wit snitches
we quick to kick there ass pussys put in a bad situation
im real mad and aggravated and haters pushing my patience
ima catch some murda charges somethin worse if you keep on talkin'
pop you once and hop in a 5.0 feelin not talkin'.
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn [3X]
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case [3x]
God Damn im sick and tired of it
I hate it
don't kill him i'll be waiting have some patience
fuck some patience run his ass up out the state
and whoop em before he leave this bitch
shoulda never deceived and shit
now he looken all stupid running clean up out his boundaries and shit
claimin Memphis holla loud askin what we be about
bitch im Frasier town and you don't even live in the dirty south
I dun caught a case or 2 no problem makin in 3
got this chopper in my lap feet hesitant when you know it's me
WYT to the motha fuckin E rules is hard in these Memphis streets
proven in the back part of the all black hood on the west side of these tenakee
im rowdy to the fuckin core
can tolerate haters but hate them hores
so get up out my face before I catch another case and you end up buried underneath the floor.
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool mayn [3X]
Why you in my face and you knowin' we ain't kool
Get the hell out my face before I catcha case [4x]