(Antt did the track)
It's a young nigga world
Free them boys
Yeah, nigga, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We used to go on missions, call 'em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty, for a gram of dog food
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
RM's on my wrist (bust)
On my wrist (bust)
Two M's is nonsense (f*ck 'em)
I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz
Might dye it red
Tell that ho to give me space
Word to my nigga Ced
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures please"
Come and get her
Y'all know y'all cant f*ck with these niggas
Don't call my phone
Barely in the city, got used to hittin' the road
Told my youngest, "Send 'em"
Bitch, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowin' that pole
I know you niggas be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A
I'm probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, nigga, free Tez
My youngins know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route
What y'all sellin'?
Ninety-five percent of all the real niggas tellin'
"How the f*ck y'all get all of them pills?"
My niggas mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I f*ck with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', I'm still in a Bentley
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
Cant Be Fucked With Video (MV)
Performed By: 42 Dugg
From Album: Last Ones Left
Written by: Anthony Mathis, Dion Hayes, George Stone III
42 Dugg - Cant Be Fucked With Lyrics
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(Antt did the track)
It's a young nigga world
Free them boys
Yeah, nigga, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We used to go on missions, call 'em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty, for a gram of dog food
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
RM's on my wrist (bust)
On my wrist (bust)
Two M's is nonsense (f*ck 'em)
I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz
Might dye it red
Tell that ho to give me space
Word to my nigga Ced
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures please"
Come and get her
Y'all know y'all cant f*ck with these niggas
Don't call my phone
Barely in the city, got used to hittin' the road
Told my youngest, "Send 'em"
Bitch, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowin' that pole
I know you niggas be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A
I'm probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, nigga, free Tez
My youngins know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route
What y'all sellin'?
Ninety-five percent of all the real niggas tellin'
"How the f*ck y'all get all of them pills?"
My niggas mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I f*ck with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', I'm still in a Bentley
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
It's a young nigga world
Free them boys
Yeah, nigga, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We used to go on missions, call 'em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty, for a gram of dog food
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
RM's on my wrist (bust)
On my wrist (bust)
Two M's is nonsense (f*ck 'em)
I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz
Might dye it red
Tell that ho to give me space
Word to my nigga Ced
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures please"
Come and get her
Y'all know y'all cant f*ck with these niggas
Don't call my phone
Barely in the city, got used to hittin' the road
Told my youngest, "Send 'em"
Bitch, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowin' that pole
I know you niggas be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A
I'm probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, nigga, free Tez
My youngins know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route
What y'all sellin'?
Ninety-five percent of all the real niggas tellin'
"How the f*ck y'all get all of them pills?"
My niggas mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I f*ck with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', I'm still in a Bentley
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
Writer: Anthony Mathis, Dion Hayes, George Stone III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.