Can't Fuck With Nobody

Yeaaahh, Yeeuuum
Don't kno what it is but can't fuck wit nobody
Bust down a plate I could teach u bout profit
I caught a body, put em in da coffin
That gas in the air gets stuck u aint no talkin
My niggas stay litty we party like riots
Not tryna hear it if money not piling
My Bitch is so evil she queen of that violence
Like Vicky no Turner she furiousily wildin

Hyptnotize off sunrise i realize
I roll my shit cause i gotta stay fried
I take my trip aint gotta book my flight oou
Always on the move
But when im in the city yea im that dude
(Im that dude that made her choose)
(Yea my niggas lethal shout out my goons)
If a nigga gotta static my niggas automatic n they'll pull up if needed too
Hoping you ain't on da news
Pushing out down a plate tryna feast wit da crew
Addicted to the money and I'm married to da blues
Facts don't fold so I stick to da truth

Money b callin so im in these streets
Tryna put tha cash all on repeat
Came up off a zip now im tryna build a dream
Got the henny n the sprite n im sippin that lean
Teeth so sweet got cavities
Gotcho baby daddy n lil mama mad at me
Live life no stress but I'm going green
And a hundred on the dash n my triple beam
That drip to lit she thinks I'm clean
My niggas on da grind we moneyfiend
Gotcha bitch on da side tryna live wit me
Can't fuck witchu hoes if u uh ga lee

Don't kno what it is but can't fuck wit nobody
Bust down a plate I could teach you bout profit
I caught a body, put em in da coffin
That gas in the air u get stuck u ain't talkin
My niggas stay litty we party like riots
Not tryna hear it if money not piling
My bitch so evil she queen of that violence
Like Vicky no turner she Furiously wildin

Remember them days when a nigga used to watch cartoons
Momma made me and bros Had to share rooms
My Boxers all fruit of the loom
Saturday morning cartoons was the shit
Now a nigga jus b high as da moon
Not Travis but the highest in tha room
We got that gas and that medical too
Boutta take a trip off shrroms wit da goons
Wit all da smokes dont fuck wit my mood
The 4 door str8 but ima fuck wit da coupe
Im addicted to you bitches but i cant be booed
You winning with money and i aint tryna lose
My squad we deep yep thats my group
Money motivations thats the mood

But hell nah i cant fuck witchu cant fuck witchu

Don't kno what it is but can't fuck wit nobody
Bust down a plate I could teach u bout profit
I caught a body, put em in da coffin
That gas in the air u get stuck u ain't talkin
My niggas stay litty we party like riots
Not tryna hear it if money not piling
My bitch so evil she queen of that violence
Like Vicky no turner she Furiously wildin



Credits
Writer(s): Rocheny Poltine
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