Cousins lyrics

[Chorus: Prof]
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!

[Bridge]
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)

[Verse 1: Prof]
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pullin' up
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pullin' up
Stuntin'
Give me that bike b*tch, that's my cousins
Can't nobody tell me nothing
At 15 I found a girl and I crazy f*cked that chick
Hit her in the hallways of Washburn
And had a baby off that sh*t
You can't tell me nothing (Shh)
It's no discussion
I've grown accustomed to all of those I'm f*cking
It's disgusting
Kissing, f*cking, system bumping
It's a bit destructive
I let my nuts hang, call me Mr. Pocket, b*tch I love it
I'm highly trusted
My whole life you can't trust po-po
f*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!
[Chorus: Prof]
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!

[Bridge]
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)

[Verse 2: Cashinova]
Yo, yo
Pullin' up, pullin' up, stuntin'
You was talking all of that bullsh*t 'bout me
'Till you got jumped by 10 of my cousins
Ain't no discussion
Ain't no more lovin'
This ain't no one takin' sh*t from me
You know I been on my grind
My grandmother woulda been proud of her grandson, yeah son
f*ck twelve, middle finger to the law (to the law)
f*ck a hater, let the motherf*cker talk
I cannot be out here lookin' like y'all
Y'all be doing the most, but doing nothing at all
Tell my new b*tch that I need ménage
Tell my old b*tches they ain't f*ckin' with me at all
Old friends wanna get wit' it, abort
But I ain't stoppin' 'till I got it, 'till I'm barely done
Yo, b*tch please, you know I'm from the city of the STP
They still tryna figure out what's up my sleeve
But I just be gettin' to the money
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
[Chorus: Prof]
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!

[Bridge]
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)

[Verse 3: Prof]
Ugh, you can't tell me nothing
I'm drunk at the function
I'm acting Paul Bunyan
I'm taking your dog home
End of discussion
Ugh, I'm truly a savage
You should take a step back and consider your chances
You should know by now, motherf*cker, this isn't Kansas
You could get vanished
If I'm a vantage, see what your pan is
Got 'em assessing the damage
But I digress, I'm a tangent
Thinking in Spanish
Como estas, mi senorita
Bienvenido a la fiesta
No nos gustas la policias
My whole life you can't trust po-po
f*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!
[Chorus: Prof]
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!
f*ck twelve, oh well
LB's for sale
No bail
G-goooo, go crazy!

[Bridge]
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)
Ah-ah
You can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me)
Nothing (nothing!)