They Can't
(专辑: Shottaz 4Eva - 2021)
(SplurgeTheGod made another one) Nigga I'm cutthroat, on B
Jizzle, nigga Fuck you talking 'bout? (Woah-oh, oh) Trey walk 'em down Gang, gang Hit us up, out on a
nigga, get him outta here We hit him by his head Prosecuted on my ho name (Damn) Ducking them bitches, tryna get wit 'em Yeah, I
gotta be swift Load up the
clips, finish they whole gang I
ain't got no shame Thinking about my enemy when I
be reminiscing 'bout Lil' Bubba, ho, they gotta die (They gotta die) I'm tryna send all of them bitches to the
afterlife Get crucified with this choppa then go chop to Christ (They getting wacked tonight) Body for body, call it, I
got it It's not a
lot of niggas who don't know better (Nah) Respect the
murderer, gun power We kill every nigga standing in front of us Bitch you dancing with a
daredevil, .38 special Nothing but killer tactics like I'm trained for the
Marines I
got a
problem, I
be on something 'Cause every time I
see the
opps, I
get excited like pass me that .30 Spin around, I'm finna smoke one (Baow) I'm the
holy one I'll put a
whole in something Dolo, I
don't need a
gang I
be lurking, huh (Lurking, huh) Police in my house wanna search for guns And yeah I
still got all my dirty ones (What?) Disrespect on the
gang, you get flipped You can tell the
way I
look, I
make 'em scared Oh you nervous, huh? I
make 'em shut the
fuck up if he ain't tryna step (Shh) He keep playing and I
tell him get a
shirt or something Fill the
churches up (Yeah) Tell 'em all I'ma kill 'em I
don't need a
hitta, just all my gorillas (Nah) Father forgive me but I
gotta take 'em Send 'em to they maker Ooh, I'm too official (Baow) Talk to the
devil for days, he told me to pray (Baow) He'll put a
nigga on a
picture Ya whole neighborhood wearing them shirts Talking about how they love you and miss you, yeah I'm that sto' on the
corner (Corner) I'm that crack in the
pot (All the
way) I'm that strap that you got (All the
way) I'm the
one that they don't wanna— (Nah-ah-ah-ah) Cross the
line, when it's time to sling that iron (Baow) (Why, I-I-I-I) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) Can't fuck with me (Oh, uh-uh) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) Taliban, I'm the
murder man This the
Klan, think you heard of them Radio tripping, don't wanna give me a
chance Hitters be lurking, and ain't scared of them I
can do the
murder dance Store that Beretta run under my sweater, run up a
devil, tell' em that it's rock-a-bye My hittas thinking like it's lethal Pull up on side of the
car, talking to the
reaper My young nigga get 'em gone, talking for a
feature Tell' them niggas it's murder whenever I
catch Want a
problem in they section, hit us, going extra, yeah My gorillas they gon' fetch 'em, yeah And that choppa, it got extra legs Caught a
opp on the
freeway, did him dirty, left him brain dead When I
jump in that water, it rain man Bitch I'm cutthroat, this gangland (On gang) I'm that sto' on the
corner (Corner) I'm that crack in the
pot (All the
way) I'm that strap that you got (All the
way) I'm the
one that they don't wanna— (Nah-ah-ah-ah) Cross the
line, when it's time to sling that iron (Baow) (Why, I-I-I-I) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) Can't fuck with me (Oh, uh-uh) Can't fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I)