Can't Stand Me Lyrics

If you move wrong then you gone die

They gone sing you a lullaby

All these sticks up in my ride

Told Michael focus when he drive

Left many traumatized

'Bout how I let that bitch fly

Free Kay Flock he shot A opp right onna spot

Turn ya ass to za

That's as soon as I get the drop

I'm really fighting murders nigga

I can't name a opp

Give a fuck 'bout what ya heard lil' nigga

Come do something about it

When my hustle wasn't working nigga

Running up in houses

T-Jones gave me lunch money

I took that shit and gambled

If the bitch ain't bad then

I don't like

I had to go upgrade my standards

Need some bragging rights

Even when I was broke

The hoes I had was bad ones

Ain't selling grass tonight

I hit the road

Picked up the Marshall Marthers

Oh they can't stand me

Tell them get a chair

Bitch sit down

Nine's not my style

I been clutching forty cal

My money long

You stand it up it's taller than Bow Wow

Childish doing time

While niggas sleep I'm screaming chow chow

All my niggas behind me

Beef with me

They all down

Ain't no one on ones

My niggas catch you

He lay you where you found

Kidnap an opp

And find a lake

We make a nigga drown

Ain't tryna use my Glock today

Today we make no sound

Let it breathe

They sacrificed they niggas

Tryna put 'em up against us

I'm lacing up my Timbers

They know blue a repeat offender

Hungry for his head

Me and all my niggas want beef for dinner

Fill em up with lead

That nigga thinks he's street

Now he's a pencil

This street shit can go left

Who you think sweet

Might be blue who kill ya

Know a nigga who diss a lot

Word on the street

He don't got now pistol

He ain't even gotta choppa

Been on his block

But no one killed him

Had to give that nigga his props

Cause he ain't scared to become a victim

My trigger finger itching

But I can't use it

I'm on suspension

Probably why I ain't free

Cause when I'm free

I wanna go back to spinning

Just my Glock and me

Only I can see

I don't need no codefendant

Did a drill with my nigga

And he went down

But he ain't spill it

I been working on my craft

Take a look around

Not many with me

I know this gonna work

So when this shit works out

It's only us

We was at the bottom

Them niggas ain't give us a ladder

To help us up

I just told Andre that

If them niggas wasn't there

I don't give a fuck

Oh they can't stand me

Well tell 'em to forget the chair

Bow down

Blue the boss

We cut your ears

If you don't like how that sound

Like the mob nigga

Everything I do

I want it to be done in style

Give a fuck about how close was

You disrespect

Yo ass aloud

Know that pussy good

Everytime I fuck

We can have a child

Too much going on

These bitches want my heart

Wait after trial

I got blood on my sneaks

Gotta buy some more

They cost a thous

Oh they can't stand me