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They Can't FWM


Yeah-yeah-yeah
(Cashout, what it do-do-do?)
Ooh
Ooh, wee
Hmm
Phew, phew, huh
Iced Out Records

I been turnt, geeked for like two days, so I can't say much
She gon' let me fuck 'cause on the way, ho, I can't pay nothing
I just bought two Richard's and one chain, cost like eight some'
Switching lanes, I be state-to-state just like Salomon
A stick on me, bitch, I got that tool, I'm tryna fix some'
Gang members, don't call me big bro, I ain't your big brother
On the road, finna catch some plays, it's like I'm hitchhiking
He switching sides, get that boy some shoes 'cause they be flip-flopping
Baby, chop up, hanging in my tent, no, I got big joggins
Jury dancing, they pull out they phone just like I'm TikTokin
She a freaky, I pull down my pants, she suck the lint off me
Hit her on the call, she got good brain, yeah, that's a big noggin
Just for me to walk in and show my chain, I need a fifty (Fifty)
We got yellow wigging, Bobby Brown, knew we're dissing
I like four leachers, four old neekers, yeah, that's Niki (Niki)
A show as soon shoot 'em, college girl gon' show them titties (Phew, titties)

Hmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me)
Hmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (Not at all)
Huh, what, they can't fuck with me (Ooh, fuck with me)
Phew, bitch, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me)

Money, cars, and hoes, cash and clothes, a lot of Wock' pints
In the Uris geeking, I just threw up at the stop light
You know you want my chain, you reach for that, we throwing shots, right
Why you posting poles all on the 'net? 'Cause you the cop type
Light skin, let her eat the meat up, look like BIA (BIA)
Marry cake ass, not Tamera, oh, that's Tia, huh?
Kinda dog shit, back of the Maybach with my feet up
Flexing type, loving basketball, she just got 'Dida, huh
On a private jet, smoking 'Woods, just rolled a P up
Told them fuck boys hang up they jerseys, nigga, we up
I be walking shit all on my songs, fuck the beat up
I left fifty thousand fly in Truth, that shit expensive (Shit expensive)

Phew, mmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me, they can't fuck with me)
Hmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me, fuck with me)
Huh, what, they can't fuck with me (Not at all)
Phew, bitch, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me, they can't fuck with me)

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