Can't Touch Me

Yea Man can't touch me
Yea I ball like rugby
Sh** get ugly
You ain't talking money
Talking lovey
It's a dubby
Just came back from Cali
All the baddies out there love me
Just touch down in New York
All the baddies want to fu** me

Yea really touching
Fu** the flexing
Just linked up with her bestie
Don't call my phone
We only texting
Mans don't want corona
Had to lay low
It's a lesson
Got to keep going up
I know what's up
I get the message
Yea team still here
Yea it's a blessing
Man's talk tough
Yea man's act up
Yea man's going to end up missing
Money stack up
Yea Chanel back up
Yea you know I'm a go with Christian
Broke Nigga talk too much
That boy still stuck
Young Nigga listen
Yea I stay on the grind
I don't got no off time
Nigga talk crazy on ig
But be silent when he offline
Man trying it catch a pick
Ima watch him slip
That man be offsides
I don't give a fu** about a blitz
I be on my sh**
It's Randy Moss time
Yea I'm a catch a flight
Just like a Uber
Yea I need a Lyft
Yea You know I don't miss
Got to catch up with the jeweler
She gon pull up with a GT cruiser
I just got good brain
From a tutor
Baby don't end up with a loser
He gon have you
Working at hooters
But everything good
Everything Gucci
Look like paid in full
I'm paid in full
Yea it's a movie
Ima pull up in a two seat

Sipping purple feeling groovy
Act up all the bros gon slide
You know I ain't talking about toosie
Had to get rid of my old one
Ima pull up with my new thing
Feel like I won a chip
So I'm a go and get a new ring
Ima blame it on the perky
Yea that's why you get them mood swings
Just got a brand-new baddie
She want to kick it
Like like I'm lucane
Yea duff go Brazy
I go insane
Might get a srt
And I'm a get that shit in temp plate
Money stack all on my membrane
Nah baby girl
I'm not with the friend games
Money on your head
Get a temp fade
Top shelf yea these niggas
Smoke mid-grade



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Writer(s): Dashawn Gadsden
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