Can't Go Wrong

[Intro: B.DuBB & Intro]

Let me get that water

Yeah

It's B.DuBB, Easy Mac (We just can't go wrong)

Ha, yo (You got me hypnotized, mesmerized)

Yo

On that swag tip, bitch (Haha)

Let me get hype on these fools (Murk 'em, yo)

[Verse 1: B.DuBB & Easy Mac]

Yo, robbin' Giant Eagle, hide in the Charles Spiegel

I saw Charles bake in the alley, hoggin' a needle (Whoops)

See, this jam right here goes out for all of my people

Just stand up for your rights 'cause breakin' laws is illegal

And I done took more LSD than all of the Beatles, all four

I tеll hoes to get on all fours

She say, "Hit it from bеhind where the pussy is pinker"

So I spanked her and put my finger inside of her sphincter (Hey)

Slidin' in, then I'm slidin' out

Tell you, "Turn around," I bust in your eye or mouth

The night is out, it's Friday, I'm ridin' south

And I'm smokin' fat blunts 'til my high is out

I lie in clouds and rest 'til the date of my birth

Remember money is an issue, so I stayed in my work

But if I quit this shit, then maybe I'll get paid on the first

But let me paint a picture, sprayin' like the paint on my shirt

This ain't no taggin', this is baggin' up and flippin' the shit

The verse quick like a automatic clip when I spit

Shit, you want a quick sixteen? Man, I shit sixteen

Leave the battleground a sick, sick scene

The sickness seems to run through his blood in doses

It floods ferociously what you love, hug the closest, B

'Cause I'ma pull the plug, I would love, it's supposed to be

Leavin' you with a slug in your mug, it's over, B (Yo)

[Verse 2: Easy Mac]

It's over, B, there's somethin' hangin' over me

Lace up my sneaks as I'm runnin' fuckin' over these keys

I'm runnin' fuckin' over beats

Fresh off a blunt, nah, this isn't a sober me

This is the high me, watch as I fly by

We ride high, smell the piff as we drive by

But I had to sigh, lungs filled but I'm too strong

Get ya groove on 'fore ya proved wrong

'Cause I gotta screw shit in the music

If you think we losin', we'll prove we the choosen

If you need some bruisin', I will fuckin' give it to you

I'll hit it for you, sit back and let me spit it for you

The track is crack, I fiend for the mic

I got girls over my shoulder tryna read what I write

Yeah, the flow's at ease when the hoes at knees

But I'm broke, throwin' cheese just to blow some trees

'Cause the rich get poor, hittin' Sycamore

I flow shit, spit hits 'til you sick and sore

I'm about to run this shit 'cause I'm fit for war

In the battleground spittin', givin' hits galore

Ya fit for more? Bitch, I don't think you are really

Find us puffin' Dutches, y'all still on the Phillies

'Cause it's back to basics, it's sad, but face it

In the (Yeah) attic wasted, the track, I laced it

I was out gettin' pussy, y'all just masturbated

I'm the master and you have to hate it

I'm past the greatest, with ill shit, and the raps are heinous

I'm blasted, yeah, the kid had to laugh, I made it (Haha)

[Outro: Intro]

We just can't go wrong

We just can't go wrong

We just can't go wrong

You got me hypnotized, mesmerized