Can't Fuck With Us (feat. FB Veezy)

Uh-oh, don't talk to me No, no, no, don't talk to me Don't talk to me You can't get done like that My name's Sting, wanna pick me up at the park I'm a six-pack, penis, pants, park Alright, get to pickin', bitch, bitch like pick a park Alright, yeah I'm just, uh... I don't give a f*ck J Brung, 10 plays, I told her go and pick a part This an AMG Benz 2020, we don't got a park 1942 with the hoes, we don't like it dark Gelato 41 up in the wood, we ain't smokin' carts My shooter puttin' shit to sleep, he sellin' melatonin That's a four, that's a eight and a six, we just keep on scorin' I took a sip but I'ma keep on goin' The bitch bought me ten off the blade, I told her keep on hoein' I know you really thought it was your mans, tell that nigga, fold it Boy, I just poured a whole four, this a lil' potion The sauce smellin' through the bag, this a lil' potion No Georgie, clowns can't float, let you lil' boat My shoes got red bottoms on them, they some zombie walkers My fein ' in the crib, off the yerks , she a zombie talkin You don't even pay for that crib, that's your mama apartment I know you in the Dodge, flimsy car, that's your mama darten Yeah, you dumbass Just roll three woods and let the J's spark it Nigga sleepin' at his mama house, let the K's spark it He tried to hit me with some fake woc , it was way darker I'm not no shit talker, this is junkie music The doc didn't wanna get a pint, I made Suzie do it This is Snoozy music Before I was the band, I was Lou, now Louie, do it My white boy mad, I fucked Siss, he called me a doofus Bitch look like a naked mole, call her ass roofin' Dog had paper off PPP, but his ass blew it The doc ain't tryin' to send him pics, so his ass flew it You ain't even touchin' real paper, you better crank it up The rubber band stacked too tight when I wrapped it up Fucked your bitch all night long and still wrapped it up Niggas say they really gettin' money, but they ain't touched enough I don't really like the f*ck J's, I want the top tier Had to hit the bitch doggy style because the top weird We ain't aiming for no fuckin' stomach , we tryna knock beards The bitch goin' broke, buyin' bundles, I see her stock hair You can't come to the trap, might bring the cops here She suck good dick, got fat lips, she gave me chap fear Matter of fact, she fucked two niggas, she need a past mere We got a lot of lead up in the Stu , we do tats here Dog lookin' at me, seen a ghost, he didn't seen a deer My dog just lost a lil' bet, he gotta cut his beard I'm finna get a bulldog, then cut the ears Now Chico, he don't really like niggas, he don't like my peers