(Chorus)
I really, really, I really can't f** with y'all n***as
I really, really, I really can't f** with y'all n***as
I really, really, I really can't f** with y'all n***as
I really, I really, I really can't. I really can't f** with y'all
(Verse 1)
I really can't f** with y'all, don't care what's up with y'all
Puffing a J in the back, hoping Ca**ie gone
Rage while I rap along, don't try to dap me though
Might catch a L to the face like I pa**ed the dro
Been on the low, oh
Don't f** with my zone
Please do not ask me to follow you ho
Cause I am only trynna follow you home, oh
So tired of these guest lists, half dressed b**h
Really fronting like she don't want pipe
Little hypebeast n***as got they wifey with them
But she bust it for me all last night
sh**, I might be tripping, I don't like these n***as
Trust me, I ain't really go outside
Been bout that crew sh**, n***a you knew this
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(Verse 2)
Oh my god, I really cannot
Like white b**hes dawg
Or a duke if you smart, I keep two feet from y'all
Keep my two feet from y'all
But y'all groupies is marked, want a n***a that ball
Not T.O, LeBron
I'ma eat her like ramen, bout that rebound like Rodman
Gave her d sans that bull man
In here like woah
Pop a zan and I'm gone, pop a zan and I'm ghost
On my pat, in the zone, I kick it if we close
I'm sure anyone knows
Hit my dab in the corner, Swear that sh** made her horny
I'ma give you a warning
Hit it like...
Hit it like, Hit it like Suge or the Quan
(Chrous)
(Verse 3)
Don't ask no questions, just consider this a blessing
Stop sipping syrup but I'm leaning on these b**hes
I like clothes imported and I like my girls expensive
She gon' talk about trips to Europe, I said b**h you really tripping
I ain't your dad, plus I ain't your man
b**h, I am the man
And these n***as ain't fam, these n***as is fans
Like Viets, I can't
Copping z's at my pad, I repeat her, no pan
Bet she leave with no pants
Groupie n***as like damn
I hope we can be friends... Naw
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