Can't F.W.M.

Uh huh
Young! (Cloudy Beatz) Menace!
What we doing? What we doing?
(Call da medics to yo block cuz we back at it!)

Slide down a nigga block, yelling fuck yo' set
Bitch I got right now, I'm like, Fuck who next!
Aye I'm done with this bitch, who fucking next?
Damn, she so irritating, I don't even want the neck
Before I walk in this bitch, I'ma need a check
Aye whoever talkin' shit, we gon leave'em stretched
I gotta bankroll on me, what we finna do?
Brodie threw a drum on the Chop, who we finna shoot?
If you ain't talkin' money, then we drop calls
Spot an Opp, drop dawg, came thru & drop jaws
Aye come and get yo bitch before she drop draws
She already on the tip... lock jaws
I'm finna drop a tape with Cloudy, to let you know we run it!
Aye yo bitch tryna kick it, you already know we punt it!
If we talking gettin' money, you already know we done it
I ain't took a lost all year, you already know we won it
You wanna ball like this, you gotta catch up
I had to cuss the waiter out, cuz I don't like ketchup
I fuck with the Stinc Team, RIP Ketchup!
Shot a nigga, now it look like he dropped ketchup
Bullets got him with his arms out, tryna catch something
Put a price on his head, I'm tryna bet something
Take a nigga out the game, I'm tryna tech something
Get the fuck off my line, tryna text something
Drop a bag, drop an Opp, I'm tryna Drop sumthin
Take the Rubber band off that bitch... and drop sumthin
Drop lines in my drink, I'm tryna pop sumthin
Hit a button in the coupe, then drop sumthin
Niggas talking all that shit, but he ain't say a thang!
I'll drop a bag on you, a coupe and a chain
If it's smoke when you see me, Betta drop sumthin
You spin'd the block how many times? and still ain't drop nuthin?
Call the Medics to yo' block, cuz we back at it
I'm shitting on my old haters cuz we back cracking
Somebody better wake him up, he must be in a dream
Why these niggas rap about shit that they ain't never seen?
You want the green or the red? I got two different beams
Tell me what you sip... green, red or the yellow lean?
Every line hurt, sting like a bumblebee
I had to tell'em straight up, y'all can't fuck wit me!



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Writer(s): Corey Dennis
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