Can’t Do sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh*t
(Sound like sh*t)
b*tches ain’t gonna criticize, y’all b*tches can’t do sh*t
These ain’t f*ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)

[Verse 1: Live Grenade]
Hear us before, b*tches need another sample
Mad cause this f*ckin’ crew becomin’ more ample
Cut it up, white lines, we begin
Don’t give a f*ck, we always win
Drunk as f*ck, gonna do it all again
With a single puff, we’re gonna continue to f*ckin’ sin
Hard as f*ck to kill, you know we’re f*ckin’ movin’ in
Shootin’ off guns while pukin’ up some blood
Like a said, crew gettin’ big, just keeps on gettin’ bigger
Pop pop pop, my finger on the f*ckin’ trigger!

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh*t
(Sound like sh*t)
b*tches don’t criticize, y’all b*tches can’t do sh*t
These ain’t f*ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)
[Verse 2: Zodiak]
I’m f*ckin’ high, don’t care about being sober
Stealin’ b*tch's Range Rovers, now I got a hangover
I’m a weed smoker with that strong ass weed odor
The devil, I’m on your teen’s shoulder, a street f*ckin’ solider
Don’t invite us over, we f*ck b*tches like a sleepover
Askin’ your b*tch out so to f*ckin’ cheat on her
Some mad f*ckin’ loners who keep on sinkin’ lower
Faggots gettin’ mean boner cause of Zodiak poster
I’m poppin’ some pills while I jack someone’s bike
High, drunk, we runnin’ all these red lights
I punch a motherf*cker in his di*k after a fight
We’ll never feel bad, do it multiple times in a single night!

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh*t
(Sound like sh*t)
b*tches don’t criticize, y’all b*tches can’t do sh*t
These ain’t f*ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)

[Verse 3: Frankie]
Many dollars pushed down in my wallet
Chain so bling, n*gga, I’m a balla
Take the blame from the cops since pussies don’t wanna
As we smokin’ up all the marijuana
We can’t run, pigs got a f*ckin’ choppa
We got some guns, they got a lotta
Shootin’ at the cops with a f*ckin’ sawed-off
God, don’t care, don’t forgive me fatha
I’m gonna sin, no f*cks about the bible
b*tches are snitches, holdin’ me liable
f*ckin’ with girls, kids look up to me, I’mma idol
A f*ckin’ sinner since I was a child
[Bridge: Undead]
You can’t blame me, I’m just f*ckin’ dealin’
They still buyin’, ain’t nobody stealin’
Haters still gettin’ f*cked up, I had to teach ‘em
Now nobody, nobody needs ‘em

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like sh*t
(Sound like sh*t)
b*tches don’t criticize, y’all b*tches can’t do sh*t
These ain’t f*ckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)