[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Yeah
Yeah, we (Cannot be fucked with), can't be (Ayy, Wristy, turn that shit up)
Yeah, records
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
I say we can't be (Fucked with), not at shit (At all)
Like, bitch, my neck hurt
'Fore I come, I need that check first
'Fore I put them links on, I probably should stretch first
We be yellin', "Fuck 'em all" on TV
Me and Rylo in that N, bitch, we three deep
Ayy, I just spent a dime on some drank
Trick with a bitch who ain't a ten, bro, I can't
I'm gettin' more love from all the niggas used to hate us
Probably they seen how we acted out in Vegas
Probably they know I'll blow this bitch on papers
I'm extra, I might just bullеtproof the Tesla (Yes, sir)
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriquez]
Wе fly like Fourth of July, but my cup on Easter pink (Frrt)
I ain't lockin' in with no nigga, I got too many infinity links (Brrt)
Ain't buyin' no ho no Kelly bag before we fuck, I don't care if you pop, you dig
Ho say that she spottin', ho, you ain't bleedin' out your mouth, you dig (Shht, shht)
B.P. truck, you'll just be practicin', you shoot this car, you dig (Frrt)
Went and took her shoppin', next day I bought her more lil' ma', you dig (Shht, shht)
Patek Phillipe, I only got one Rolex in my jewelry box, you dig (Hello)
I'm rich as hell, ain't takin' no ho to no Marriott, you dig (I won't)
Shoot and go to a villa (Yeah), I like yellow fillers (Yeah, yeah)
You fuckin', then you get up, got every settin' in marine setter (Yeah)
Hundred racks, I'm walkin' 'round with thigh pads like I'm Von Miller (Frrt)
I'm a real finesser, I might put insurance on the jewelry, make bro steal it
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I'm chillin', still forever locked with the killers
Give that pussy up on camera, but no pictures
Ayy, bae, Louie Ice Creams, but I don't skate though
Make my young niggas do it, that's what this pape' for
Case closed, I'm in the Demon with the bass on
How you a killer in your feelings? That's a Drake song
I fuck her good in twenty minutes, I don't take long
G-way and new Bottega, me, I got Bape on
I see these old niggas wanna try me
I left up out of there with all mines, yeah (Too turnt)
And if I didn't, then they all died (They all died)
[Verse 3: Rylo Rodriquez]
Ain't never stomp no nigga down, you niggas small fries (Yeah)
I'm a codeine sipper (Yeah), cream soda mixer (Yeah)
Van Cleef accessories (Yeah), Matty Boy apparel (Yeah)
Hermes bracelet (Yeah), Chrome Heart fragrance (Yeah)
I ain't never in my life had to make a car note payment (Yeah)
Goin' to serve a nigga without a pistol on you that's crazy (Yeah)
Fuck with who I fuck with, seen the killer make a statement (Yeah)
