You punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Uh, unfuckwitable
Punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Uh... right
Pulled up in the Camaro playing Mighty Sparo
'Cause I'm confident, they think I'm shallow
Straight forward like a bow and arrow
So much horses on my garment, I might need a saddle
For all my God-fan drug dealers that's
Tryna survive out here, but it's a battle
If it get too hot there, then we skidaddle, time to travel
Good hustlers, no one to pack it up
Move to a spot off Ecuador, slow the traffic up
The God DZA, the bomb twister, the Don sipper
Freaking off with some thotty hotties, they all sisters
All my denoms got the mumps in it
Slap fire out your face, then light the blunt with it, uh
You a bum nigga, my uncle out his mind out to lunch with it
To have you disappear and be done with it
The low bucket, the sear sucker or gear on you suckers
Punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Uh
You punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Pulled up in the Seven playing Otis Redding
Learned how to hold a weapon from my older brethren
Blowing the western with the motor revving, let em hold a 11
My hoes is all bow-legged
My old flows, niggas bootlegged it
I copped a Loff with the pool embedded, I'm cooling in it
The Range came with the cooler in it
You got a school, that's just tutoring niggas
I send a Cougar with them shooters in it
My lieutenant went for super vision, I visited my beautician
I'm too pimpish, all my boots is glistened (roll my shit up, bitch)
The Kaz bucket, the Jumpman come dime-a-duzin
An Iceberg, I might Donald Duck it
The white sluts treat me like Michael Douglas, I kinda dug it
The money come in lumps of hundreds
Raps I published made the buzz big enough to get tough flooded
You punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
(Marc baby)
You bum motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Yeah. the fuck
Oh yeah
Pimp pistol grip pump on my lap it all, quit tryna pass us off
With snarky comedy, quote me, bet we won't laugh it off
Real talking, this ain't no cattle, come and smack your fraud
Niggas broad day without mass, you wanna battle abroad
To prove that shit, or pack it up and fuckin' move that shit
You talkin' tough, you better lose that shit
Like a sock in a sheet, it's seen easy, I'm a vampire in a mirror
Niggas can't see me, fuck the one time
Screaming until I see a mausoleum
Yeah, they took my big uncle so we
Balling till they free him, believe me
Tell Pete I wanna Rock now
Hit the scene, hard bang looking like a Glock sound
Did it how I want it, turning anywhere to my town
It's like I'm playing Tetris how I
Hold the fucking block down, real talk
Don't leave no killer weed around me, cause I will spark
Fuck all that acting, we got real heart, bitch
Shout out to Smoke DZA, that's my motherfucking nigga, man
You already know
Fuck with you the long way, bruh, like family
Shit is bigger than rap,
It's deeper than rap music, it's family shit, bruh
Young dons, RFC, let's get it