| Yeah |
| They can't fuck with me, I shake the ground when I speak |
| Copped a new Ferrari, they see flames when I speed |
| Went straight to the source, ain't no man in between |
| Jesus is for us, and my man needs seline |
| Leather Moto coat, had three chains on my jeans |
| Playin' I go loco, I'm insane bout this cream |
| Hunnids I got fo-fo out the bank, crystal clean |
| Gotta make me one stop, hold the jet, he can't leave |
| Yeah |
| Nigga pocket watchin', one of my biggest pet peeves |
| Put my pride aside, now I wear my heart on my sleeve |
| All in Abu Dhabi, talkin' large with a Sheikh |
| They can't fuck with me |
| And it ain't gon' ever change, I can't go for nothing strange |
| I got dirt all on my name, had to charge it to the game |
| But you gon' always know one thing |
| They can't fuck with me |
| On my own, I can't be saved, can't catch and ride my wave |
| A hard body to this day, I'm not rotting in a grave |
| Now I polished up my ways |
| Polished up my ways |
| I don't know if it's just the season but it's like my heart gettin' colder |
| God had set me back and it's like it all started over |
| I done got back moving, I had to return a few soldiers |
| Put your feet in my shoes, let me see you stand on my shoulders |
| With the time in Iceland, hell yeah, I'm the coldest |
| Roll it up and light it, what's that smell? What he smokin'? |
| I'm a problem on a hike in, a proper trail, keep me focused |
| Couple vibes, ain't got no wifey, I'm a player and they notice |
| And I'm stiff 'cause I don't like it, I go stale 'cause they holdin' |
| Know some bitches that's triflin', that'll still want you rollin' |
| It's late night thunder and lightning, and I'm still out here coastin' |
| Fuck these niggas don't like me, all the real know they bogus |
| They can't fuck with me |
| And it ain't gon' ever change, I can't go for nothing strange |
| I got dirt all on my name, had to charge it to the game |
| But you gon' always know one thing |
| They can't fuck with me |
| On my own, I can't be saved, can't catch and ride my wave |
| A hard body to this dayday, I'm not rotting in a grave |
| Now I polished up my ways |
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