Can't Fuck With Us ft. FB Veezy Lyrics

Uh-oh, don't talk to me

No, no, no, don't talk to me

Don't talk to me

You can't get done like that

My name's Sting, wanna pick me up at the park

I'm a six-pack, penis, pants, park

Alright, get to pickin', bitch, bitch like pick a park

Alright, yeah

I'm just, uh...

I don't give a fuck

J Brung, 10 plays, I told her go and pick a part

This an AMG Benz 2020, we don't got a park

1942 with the hoes, we don't like it dark

Gelato 41 up in the wood, we ain't smokin' carts

My shooter puttin' shit to sleep, he sellin' melatonin

That's a four, that's a eight and a six, we just keep on scorin'

I took a sip but I'ma keep on goin'

The bitch bought me ten off the blade, I told her keep on hoein'

I know you really thought it was your mans, tell that nigga, fold it

Boy, I just poured a whole four, this a lil' potion

The sauce smellin' through the bag, this a lil' potion

No Georgie, clowns can't float, let you lil' boat

My shoes got red bottoms on them, they some zombie walkers

My fein ' in the crib, off the yerks , she a zombie talkin

You don't even pay for that crib, that's your mama apartment

I know you in the Dodge, flimsy car, that's your mama darten

Yeah, you dumbass

Just roll three woods and let the J's spark it

Nigga sleepin' at his mama house, let the K's spark it

He tried to hit me with some fake woc , it was way darker

I'm not no shit talker, this is junkie music

The doc didn't wanna get a pint, I made Suzie do it

This is Snoozy music

Before I was the band, I was Lou, now Louie, do it

My white boy mad, I fucked Siss, he called me a doofus

Bitch look like a naked mole, call her ass roofin'

Dog had paper off PPP, but his ass blew it

The doc ain't tryin' to send him pics, so his ass flew it

You ain't even touchin' real paper, you better crank it up

The rubber band stacked too tight when I wrapped it up

Fucked your bitch all night long and still wrapped it up

Niggas say they really gettin' money, but they ain't touched enough

I don't really like the fuck J's, I want the top tier

Had to hit the bitch doggy style because the top weird

We ain't aiming for no fuckin' stomach , we tryna knock beards

The bitch goin' broke, buyin' bundles, I see her stock hair

You can't come to the trap, might bring the cops here

She suck good dick, got fat lips, she gave me chap fear

Matter of fact, she fucked two niggas, she need a past mere

We got a lot of lead up in the Stu , we do tats here

Dog lookin' at me, seen a ghost, he didn't seen a deer

My dog just lost a lil' bet, he gotta cut his beard

I'm finna get a bulldog, then cut the ears

Now Chico, he don't really like niggas, he don't like my peers