Can’t Fuck Wit Me
| Title | Can’t Fuck Wit Me |
|---|---|
| Artist | Beelow |
| Album | Ballin 4 Billions |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | Thug Addict: I get down to low down and dirty Filthy if we're buried Old nasty ass Like they don't bath the ass, niggas How the fuck you think a bitch, nigga steal the green off grass Like I steal the stank off shit I'm a lyrical lunatic, paper stacked like bricks I'm so cold I put a hole in the bottomless pit Spit rounds like a shoe shine, like Luke from 2 Live I'ma pop it like firecrakers on the fourth of July Hey now, what the fuck is said now Boy now, you got to slow ya roll ha Fuck, Fuck 'em Fuck 'em, Fuck 'em, I don't trust 'em Go head on, what's wrong, I ain't gon' do you nothin' You talkin' that shit about who ya wit' But I'm on some old Gangstafide, Soldierfide, Shaka Zulu shit Exellent, terrific and fantastic I'm a lyrical flyin' trapeese with gymnastics with the tradgics But you find your muthafuckin' mind like it was on that acid I'm fire, found somewhere round the jumbalia This city be mine muthafuckaz wanna fuck wit' a nigga that roll like Truckers Hit like brass knuckles then burn like rubber Bust 'em down wit a double like it ain't no trouble Watch 'em drinkin' drama tryin' to rumble wit' the nigga that rap like an Anacinda Runnin' through this bitch like Ernest Bonner Hot like lava, bout to let the whole thing burn on fire Chorus 1: 2x (Repeated with Chorus) Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me (Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me) Better get ya M-1s and your artillery (Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me, wha) Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me (Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me) You fuck wit' me and there's gonna be some fuckin' casualties (Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me, wha) Beelow: Watch 'em pull that trigger back, cock it, pop it, and watch me roll I'm flexin' on these tracks like I was a dancer on solid gold You thought it was some real shit partner now it's time to get down Now you can hide if you want to but I'ma start bustin' some rounds Got niggas tippin' and tappin', oh yeah they watchin' they back We some real ass ballers not some gangstas on crack Get it how we live, thuggin' muggin' and plugin' yo' hoes Windows rolled up tight gettin' gone on them mo's Call him paranoid the way I catch them eyes on my face Heart beatin' at a rapid pace when I walk up in the place And ain't no way I'ma let these ussy niggas kill me, steal me I know you real niggas feel me I roll with gangsta muthfuckaz that'll bust wit' me Unload some slugs wit' me, mess up all these thugs wit' me They still got love for me, and gives it up for me It ain't a nigga in the game that could fuck wit' me You might also likeChorus 2: 2x (Repeated with Chorus) (You can't fuck wit' me) (You can't fuck wit' me, nigga) Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me Better get ya M-1s and your artillery (You can't fuck wit' me) (You can't fuck wit' me) (ou can't fuck wit' me, nigga Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me You fuck wit' me and there's gonna be some fuckin' casualties (You can't fuck wit' me) Beelow: You comin' at some brave muthafuckaz and ballers for life I'm rollin wit' nothin' but niggas who put in down we ain't nothin' nice Niggas payed to rap, payed to muthafuck wit' the mic Niggas come in here and say, "Goddamn that shit sound tight" Takin' the industry by storm all you see in the spark Niggas shine so hard that we glow in the dark Nigga we on aother level comin' hard from the start Got ya shakin' in ya boots and got ya grabbin' your heart Ain't no need for runnin' now cause we layin' it down Got the game sewed up our bullets sprayin' 'em down But we the brothers, you just can't fuck with us, this the shit that make Niggas go off Better get the brigade for the verbal assassin cause he bound to go off Somebody say slow the fuck down you comin' to quick Cause whether I'm rappin' fast or slow, I still be the shit I'ma break it down for you pay attention to this Ya'll bitch ass niggas can't fuck wit' my shit Da Ganksta: Nigga I be down and dirt strictly bout my 'phetamines To pushin' game to pullin' that iron and makin' muthfuckaz bleed Don't fuck wit' me, behind my issue label me a killa I'm pimpin' the game and bringin' th pain to make my pocket thicker Nigga Respect mine, abide your self in that water I be comin' with slaughter, neighborhood, stalker Nigga ain't no stopin' this sick feelin' Blood spillin' and seein' killin' Drug dealin' and cap peelin' Slappin' niggas wit' that ammunition when I'm on a mission I'm drillin' these niggas Pumps and AR15's, and AK's, and .45's, and the Mack 11 we'll deal wit' these Niggas Maintainin' my status while I'm cheapin' dozier When it's time to ride I'ma run through a nigga wit' my chrome soldier Nigga you don't wanna buck wit' me Chorus 3: 2x (Repeated with chorus) Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me (Ha, what the fuck) Better get ya M-1s and your artillery (Ha, what the fuck you gon' do nigga) Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit' me (Ha, what the fuck) You fuck wit' me and there's gonna be some fuckin' casualties (Ha, what the fuck you gon' do nigga) |