III (feat. MOB Dust)

I can't f*ck with you if you ain't getting green I can't f*ck with you if you ain't getting cheese I can't f*ck with you if you my mini me I can't f*ck with you if you ain't blowing trees Yeah I drop the top and up on the block See a opp I go for the glock Yo shout out to chop, better drop when you hear a knock Yo niggas at rock we on top And we gotta mad cause we can't be stopped Ah ah ah, can I f*ck with you niggas if you ain't pulling the trigger She got hot when she lost like is she mad I'm the winner We pulling up in them trucks and we do not give a f*ck So I advise you to duck or you gon' be out of luck It's me A-Jazz and Jive we blowing the zyde And we still getting bread yeah even the rye Press bitches in my space so I call em a bar Oh you ain't get it nigga that's what we call a bar Pull up with Destin and we talk with Smith and Westin's Gun to they lip if they ever got a question A grateful niggas better start counting them blessings Talk out your neck then this shit bout nigga hectic I don't get it I don't understand just give me a pen And I'm on the stage while you in the stand I got season bitch you can't you gon' always be a fan And we known for skinning bitches like silence of the lamb You in trouble we can't help with that That ass we get the belt for that And I am so much better nigga will you please accept the fact Wait in fact that lick I'm getting back Bitches drop like Dr. Seuss gets the cats out the hat I can't f*ck with you if you ain't getting green I can't f*ck with you if you ain't getting cheese I can't f*ck with you if you want mini me I can't f*ck with you if you ain't blowing trees Sliding and riding you can't say I'm sliming Yo bitch is a freak do what I say like that ain't timing Hit the gang go to hit me back was the assignment Had to drop the low cause that lil boy he really sliming What would you be talking bout hit you in your fucking mouth We go drop some checks for all that murder you be talking bout Police had to talk him out yellow tape was all around Had to show him where I'm from don't play around that murder mouth And I might had to do a pussy nigga dirty But I swear to god I ain't want to see him get buried But a nigga tried me had to hit him with a 30 Step Back click clack boom like the name curry