They Can't Fwm Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
(Cashout, what it do-do-do?)
Ooh
Ooh, wee
Hmm
Phew, phew, huh
Iced Out Records

[Verse 1]
I been turnt, geeked for like two days, so I can't say much
She gon' let me f*ck 'cause on the way, ho, I can't pay nothin'
I just bought two Richard's and one chain, cost like eight some'
Switchin' lanes, I be state-to-state just like Salomon
A stick on me, bitch, I got that tool, I'm tryna fix some'
Gang members, don't call me big bro, I ain't your big brother
On the road, finna catch some plays, it's like I'm hitchhiking
He switchin' sides, get that boy some shoes 'cause they be flip-floppin'
Baby, chop up, hangin' in my tent, no, I got big joggins
Jury dancin', they pull out thеy phone just like I'm TikTokin
She a frеaky, I pull down my pants, she suck the lint off me
Hit her on the call, she got good brain, yeah, that's a big noggin
Just for me to walk in and show my chain, I need a fifty (Fifty)
We got yellow wiggin', Bobby Brown, knew we're dissin'
I like four leachers, four old neekers, yeah, that's Niki (Niki)
A show as soon shoot 'em, college girl gon' show them titties (Phew, titties)
[Chorus]
Hmm, yeah, they can't f*ck with me (They can't f*ck with me) Hmm, yeah, they can't f*ck with me (Not at all)
Huh, what, they can't f*ck with me (Ooh, f*ck with me)
Phew, bitch, they can't f*ck with me (They can't f*ck with me)

[Verse 2]
Money, cars, and hoes, cash and clothes, a lot of Wock' pints
In the Uris geekin', I just threw up at the stop light
You know you want my chain, you reach for that, we throwin' shots, right
Why you postin' poles all on the 'net? 'Cause you the cop type
Light skin, let her eat the meat up, look like BIA (BIA)
Marry cake ass, not Tamera, oh, that's Tia, huh?
Kinda dog shit, back of the Maybach with my feet up
Flexin' type, lovin' basketball, she just got 'Dida, huh
On a private jet, smokin' 'Woods, just rolled a P up
Told them f*ck boys hang up they jerseys, nigga, we up
I be walkin' shit all on my songs, f*ck the beat up
I left fifty thousand fly in Truth, that shit expensive (Shit expensive)

[Chorus]
Phew, mmm, yeah, they can't f*ck with me (They can't f*ck with me, they can't f*ck with me)
Hmm, yeah, they can't f*ck with me (They can't f*ck with me, f*ck with me)
Huh, what, they can't f*ck with me (Not at all)
Phew, bitch, they can't f*ck with me (They can't f*ck with me, they can't f*ck with me)

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