Finatic - Can't Fw Me

Gang, Aye Gang
Blttt, Aye Bow
Aye Aye Aye, Gang
Gang, Finatic Im SoSlimee
Gang Gang, Gang
Gang Gang, Gang Gang
Gang
Fuck totin' a gun, cuz' these shits work
Catch him in school, I'ma give him the work
He keep talkin' shit, put his face in the dirt
He better be lucky, he not on a shirt
Walk down, pop his ass with the left
Now he lookin filty, I'm makin' a mess
I put him to sleep, now he gettin' some rest
He kept tryna' reach, so I made him stretch
He said, he "B.O.B"
Hold him down, P.O.P
Shoot shit up, C.O.D
Sticked up, fuck a tree
Bag him up, shoppin' spree
See my face, fuck a ski
Bitch, I'm Lil5iveten
And these niggas, cannot fuck with me
If I see they big bro, I'ma punch on his face
He wanna be gangster, that lil nigga fake
I'm boxin' em up, put his ass in a crate
These niggas be soft, they be sweeter than cake
I'ma have his shit leakin', the fuck is a fountain?
Fiveten on top, fuck climbin' a mountain
We sippin' Patrón, we gon' pour out the gallon
Niggas makin' me mad, I'm bout' to start wildin'
These lil' niggas light
Fill em' with LED, and he gettin' stripped
I'm in the streets sweepin'
And I call it a, MOP when I'm usin' the stick
I'll leave that nigga like fries
Covered in ketchup, he tried to dip
Big ass glock and it shoot like a uzi
It light niggas up, when I'm flippin' the switch
Bullets flyin', like a airplane
They over you
Shots got a loud ring, I ain't tryna' propose to you
Four-five, jerkin' shoulders
It's gon' jerk his shoulder too
We comin' to ya house
For that bread, like it's overdue
My gun a Young Savage, it's wildin like Shu
We gon' leave him tied to a chair, like a shoe
Got him sick in the air, when them bullets flu
Keep talkin' that shit, boy what did you do?
Bronem to smacked, like he off the juice
His blood gon' spill out his body, like juice
I'ma bang at his melon, I don't play with fruit
More sticks than a tree, shit came from the roots
Fuck totin' a gun, cuz' these shits work
Catch him in school, I'ma give him the work
He keep talkin' shit, put his face in the dirt
He better be lucky, he not on a shirt
Walk down, pop his ass with the left
Now he lookin filty, I'm makin' a mess
I put him to sleep, now he gettin' some rest
He kept tryna' reach, so I made him stretch
He said, he "B.O.B"
Hold him down, P.O.P
Shoot shit up, C.O.D
Sticked up, fuck a tree
Bag him up, shoppin' spree
See my face, fuck a ski
Bitch, I'm Lil5iveten
And these niggas, cannot fuck with me
Gang, Bitch
He said, he "B.O.B"
Hold him down, P.O.P
Shoot shit up, C.O.D
Sticked up, fuck a tree
Bag him up, shoppin' spree
See my face, fuck a ski
Bitch, I'm Lil5iveten
And these niggas, cannot fuck with me
Gang, Bitch

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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