CANT FW US lyrics
by d0llywood1
[Intro: Squillo]
(Fah, fah)
[Chorus: Squillo]
You know I'm insane, you know you can't f*ck with, n*gga (Yeah)
You cross one line, you know that I'm pullin' the trigger (Yeah)
I'm slidin' with Dolly, put that boy in the grave, you know we a digger (b*tch)
Every song I hop on, the flow gettin' sicker
If a opp b*tch try me, you know I'ma blick her
[Hit her ass with some magic?], you know I'ma trip her (Yeah)
Yeah, one wrong move, you know that I'm [?] (What)
[Verse 1: Squillo]
I'm feelin' myself, n*gga need a [?]
I'm searchin' up ways, n*gga, to get richer (Yeah)
I'm searchin' up ways, n*gga, to get rich (Yeah)
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, like I'm really Hitler (What)
I'm dumpin' the body, n*gga, in the river (Huh)
Put that boy in a body bag, need a zipper (Fah, fah, yeah, what, b*tch)
And Dolly gon' gеt 'em gone
For the muhf*ckin' murdеr [she?] sing along
Got too many dead n*ggas in this pack (pus*y)
How you n*ggas thuggin', n*gga, with no get back (pus*y)
You walk in my trap, you finna get slapped (Yeah)
If I spot me an opp, I'm finna attack (What)
Can't f*ck with a n*gga, might stab you in the back (Yeah)
Finna slide in your crib, n*gga, like a ghost (What)
You talk on the gang, n*gga, then you toast (Fah)
Stop pipin' 'em up, n*ggas like to boast (Fah, fah, fah)
Throw that boy in the oven, n*gga, like the roast
I be talkin' my sh*t, n*gga, not no ho (Fah, fah)
These n*ggas be cap, n*ggas do the most
Finna murder these n*ggas, put it in a post
I feel like the devil child 'cause I'm bold (b*tch)
[Chorus: Squillo & Dolly]
You know I'm insane, you know you can't f*ck with, n*gga (What)
You cross one line, you know that I'm pullin' the trigger (Boom, fah)
I'm slidin' with Dolly, put that boy in the grave, you know we a digger (Lay that n*gga down, b*tch)
Every song I hop on, the flow gettin' sicker
If a opp b*tch try me, you know I'ma blick her (Yeah)
[Hit her ass with some magic?], you know I'ma trip her (Yeah)
Yeah, one wrong move, you know that I'm [?] (Ayy, fah, uh, fah)
[Verse 2: Dolly]
Lame-ass boys tryna hang, like a n*gga (Uh)
I hit her once, n*gga, I do not miss her (Uh)
She think I'm famous, tryna take a picture (Uh)
I just pulled up, I just [?] (Yeah)
I'm not a rapper, n*gga, I'm a mixer
I seen your b*tch, n*gga, then I flip her (Oh yeah)
VQ vessel, I'm a known member (Gang)
She sucked my di*k, n*gga, and you kissed her
Uh, drop-kick his ass, I'm a wrestler (Fah, fah, fah, fah-fah-fah)
I'm at the gas station, like I'm [Jester?]
Me and your ho finna link, R.I.P Chester (Pew)
I'm with a white ho, like Pepper (Pew)
Drop-kick a n*gga, I feel like [?]
I'm in the cut with your mama (Fah-fah)
Talkin' crazy, I'll pull out the llama
I don't like n*ggas, f*ck Obama
I'm in the trap, n*gga, countin' commas
How you a trap n*gga, but you lame? (Nope)
How you a trap n*gga, why you runnin'? (Uh-huh)
I shot a lame n*gga in public (Fah, b*tch)
These n*ggas green, like a muppet (b*tch)
Talk on the team, finna up it (Uh)
I cannot cuff if she's ugly (Uh-huh)
[Outro: Dolly]
Uh, gang