Cant Be Fr lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] yvngchris
In the stu’ posted with ZaySkillz
Give him bullets now he can’t feel
He in the club throwin’ racks, pay yo’ bills, my n*gga, you can’t be for real
Thought I was the one, I’m not that
Yeah, I be that rappin’ n*gga on that clock app
You can say whatever, but I’m killin’ shows, why you clock in where yo’ job at?
Ha, sad than a b*tch
And she said “Slow down”, girl, you know this Hellcat fast than a b*tch
Shawty used to a f*ckin’ Nissan, she ain’t know this Nascar got a drift
That b*tch go, “Rrrrrr”
Pullin’ up to Saks Fifth
Blunt in rotation, and it’s Backwood wrapped, b*tch

[Chorus] yvngchris
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Why the f*ck did the n*gga gun jammed us up
Dropped weed on her, told her to pick it up
Who’s him if I really isn’t, bruh?
This ho I just [?], told her to lick it up
Mask and a Glock extended, give it up
I don’t take the disrespect, lil’ pus*y, what’s up?
You the type of n*gga to get robbed from the plug

[Verse] Glokk40Spaz
Got the Gen 5 when I pop out the cut
Lil’ Glokk don’t do the Gen 4, n*gga gon’ mask the f*ck up
I fell in love with the AK, lil’ Glokk ain’t put up
Talkin’ crazy ‘bout the Vamp, spin the block like a noodle
Disappear, whack his ass with a damn Glock, I do Voodoo
Banana clip on the stick, can’t get side with a ruler (BL)
Yeah, he talkin’ crazy, remove him
n*gga ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a edit
I’m havin’ choppas and all type of DP’s when I’m in the city, lil’ n*gga, come get it
I’m with Diablo, I go by Young Pablo, man, look at the size of this 50
Knock his b*tch ass off (Ay, come here)
f*ckin’ wish list
We’ll make him miss Christmas
He don’t got no blicky, that f*ck n*gga silly
We spin they block so many times, they get dizzy
Yo’ b*tch with the vampire, that ho got jiggy
She said she got 9 lives, she show her kitty
I whack his ass for more than double digits
He said we gotta take him off, but that’s no biggie
I had to get it how I live, now they treat me like the villain
[Chorus] yvngchris
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Why the f*ck did the n*gga gun jammed us up
Dropped weed on her, told her to pick it up
Who’s him if I really isn’t, bruh?
This ho I just [?], told her to lick it up
Mask and a Glock extended, give it up
I don’t take the disrespect, lil’ pus*y, what’s up?
You the type of n*gga to get robbed from the plug