Mr. CBFW lyrics

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BabyDrill


[Intro: Baby Drill]
(Welcome to first class)
n*gga, b*tch got it rollin'
I mean come on
I been poppin' my sh*t before the deal, b*tch (Before the deal)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus: Baby Drill]
Mr. Can't Be f*cked With (Can't be f*cked with, n*gga)
I'm Mr. Can't Be f*cked With (Can't be f*cked with, n*gga)
Mr. Can't Be f*cked With
This sh*t around my neck gon' get your dumb ass bust quick
Load it up, hop out let me load em' up
Love slimin' on n*ggas, 'cause they pus*y, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Love to get real busy, with these glizzies, make the swishers jump
f*ck n*gga can't even pull up to my hood without getting sprayed up

[Verse 1: Baby Drill]
You drop the diss and mention me
You must don't know I'm a killer
Still the same n*gga from the block, I just got bigger pistols
Mr. walk 'em down, Baby Drill, b*tch you know I'm official
sh*t got personal, face shot, ID that boy by dinner
Keyman tried to run from me, shot him with his sister
I don't step on lotta these n*ggas, come and catch the killer
2022 they mad as f*ck, bankroll gettin' bigger
All these n*gga rat, no Mickey Mouse, they more like Stuart Little
Chopper kickin' doors and wipin' nose, I made like six figures
We spin on n*ggas block back to back, we killed like six n*ggas
b*tch I got get back for the get back they claimin' they was killers
How you let 'em slime your gun and stay back chillin' with them
That n*gga too green
[Chorus: Baby Drill]
Mr. Can't Be f*cked With (Can't be f*cked with, n*gga)
I'm Mr. Can't Be f*cked With (Can't be f*cked with, n*gga)
Mr. Can't Be f*cked With
This sh*t around my neck gon' get your dumb ass bust quick
Load it up, hop out let me load em' up
Love slimin' on n*ggas, 'cause they pus*y, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Love to get real busy, with these glizzies, make the swishers jump
f*ck n*gga can't even pull up to my hood without getting sprayed up

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
In my hood its so much blood drippin' b*tch its spilt
At this point my opps so f*ckin' soft, hand 'em quilts
On they strip we like the handyman we been drillin'
In my land I'm first to touch a hundred, call me Wilt
So I can't be f*cked with
Up my glick I bust quick
Decisions be like strict religion you get killed for f*ck sh*t
We blitzin' and my finger itchin' let me show my skills
I'm in the A, when I'm out the way I hit up Baby Drill (Baby Drill)
We chalk em up on walk ups then get behind the wheel
Trynna see his brains, thats how I feel when I get high on pills
Bag on they head I want everybody dead, thats how I feel
Two choppers and three 50s filled with lead, thats how I chill
No Limit can't be f*cked with
[Chorus: Baby Drill]
Mr. Can't Be f*cked With (Can't be f*cked with, n*gga)
I'm Mr. Can't Be f*cked With (Can't be f*cked with, n*gga)
Mr. Can't Be f*cked With
This sh*t around my neck gon' get your dumb ass bust quick
Load it up, hop out let me load em' up
Love slimin' on n*ggas, 'cause they pus*y, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Love to get real busy, with these glizzies, make the swishers jump
f*ck n*gga can't even pull up to my hood without getting sprayed up
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