Josh Allen lyrics

[Intro]
Good protection Allen fires a STRIKE, BOOM, TOUCHDOWN!

[Verse 1: Elcamino]
Yo, yo, f*ck with me, yo, uh, yo
Know I ain't perfect, uh
I overthink ridin' around in Jeeps and Suburbans, uh (Know I mean?)
Jesus died on that cross 'cause He had courage, uh
Meanwhile these n*ggas cowards like Courage, uh (These n*ggas pus*y)
Break a bone out yo' ankle, do you like Irving, uh (Don't let me cross you, man)
Then stop it with your mixtape, 'cause we ain't heard it (Nah)
Bendin' corners in big sh*t, readin' my text, swervin' (Skrrr)
Ran more blocks than the Flintstones on foot
We're scramblin' to where I got in that end zone, uh (It's good)
I see they f*ckin' up the pack, that's what they been on, huh (That's what they been on?)
You should have brought that load to me, it would have been gone (Know I mean?)
All gold on my socks, still move, slick as a fox in that 2030
FN on my lap, not in no box I ain't son
I show up to Met Gala, in great ones you just
One of these n*ggas that got him some fake runs
Not a stain on me, I really been havin' a great month (Can't f*ck with me!) (I've been good, my n*gga)
I just told my b*tch that she cleaned up enough, go take lunch, uh
Relax

[Chorus: Elcamino]
Uh, uh, why they think a n*gga f*ck with me?
Uh, uh, why they think a n*gga f*ck with me?
Uh, uh, why they think a n*gga f*ck with me?
n*ggas think a n*gga f*ck with me
[Interlude: Chase Fetti]
I don't know what the f*ck n*ggas thinkin', man, uh, why they think a n*gga f*ck-n*ggas can't f*ck with n*ggas, man, no f*ckin' away, y'all n*ggas know wassup, man, bunch of money and a bunch of headshots, n*gga (Brrrr)

[Verse 2: Chase Fetti]
Uh, I threw the pill like Joe Montana did it (Take that, n*gga)
I got the D's confused like they couldn't handle Emmit (Hahaha)
I been in it, I been winnin' (I been winnin'), I pray to God
More than ever now but I been sinnin' (I've been, n*gga)
My aura so infinite (Uh-huh)
My sis told me that n*ggas hate that n*ggas love me (f*ck you n*ggas)
It's no way out, a n*gga feelin' Puffy
Yo, all these b*tches love me (Haha)
But who gon' tape these bricks on 'em to lick us in Kentucky
You gotta take this trip to f*ck me (Nah, for real)
This sh*t is gettin' lucky, pulled me and Sparks with a trunk load (Sparks, what up, n*gga?)
New burner phone, this sh*t a month old, yeah
All we know is get that product then we pump O's (That's all we know)
Since a shorty a n*gga had dumb hoes
I'll grab that, snub-nose and unload like a dump truck (Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam)
Catch a vic then spin like some nunchucks (skrr), I'm untouched
Everytime I see yo' b*tch, I give that hoe a thumbs up (Hahahaha)
n*gga, who the f*ck want what?

[Chorus: Chase Fetti]
Uh, why they think a n*gga f*ck with me?
Why they think a n*gga f*ck with me?
Why they think a n*gga f*ck with me?
These n*ggas know you can't f*ck with me
[Outro: Sample]
- Who was it, Westside or one of them cats?
- No, it was really-it was really Camino, it was really Camino in there so I really had to move before him 'cause he thirsty, you know
- Okay
- For them dope beats especially joints like that