Cant Be F****d With

I creep from the backdoor
Niggas know I ain't the one to fuck wit
Niggas know what's up when cous come home
He wit all the dumb shit
Nigga tried to play me I ran off that's a walking lick
40 Glock got hella kick to it you better not from this

Sending shots better Change your whip
Move wrong get shot in your shit

Smoking gas smoke it by the zip
Run up on me you better not trip feins steady blowing up my flip
Free cous he was moving bricks he 10 toes down he facing 6
He stay in the cell he feeling sick
We got like 3 blicks up in this car it ain't no hoe in me
Smoking on the gas
Linking wit a bitch gotta keep that pole on me
Can't catch me slipping I'm wit mar
He keep the ghost on em
Aye We 10 deep up in the party you know I keep the folks with me
Aye Niggas bragging on them drive bys haha that's a joke to me
Unc got the pack in for the low He Steady driving dirty
Cous almost crashed the whip sliding He was off perky
Cous said change the trap cause the feds really lurking
Cops dickriding
Aye Know who really sliding
Aye Your homies really dying
Aye Y'all niggas really hiding
Aye Gang Gang



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Writer(s): Btf Khris
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