THEY CANT TOUCH ME

Baby take them clothes off Yeah I tried to spare them niggas but these niggas so soft Baby take them clothes off We be chillin' in a loft Yeah this fuckin' rolls cost Yeah I need them backends Remember back then when I ain't have no damn friends Nowadays I'm stackin' all them fuckin' Benjamins Ayy, yeah I love my dead friends Ayy, yeah I love them franklins She ain't no saint, this bitch a thot bitch Ayy, I'm chillin' in my motherfuckin' car bitch This bitch only got two seats, it's a cockpit I'm chillin' in the motherfuckin' Stars bitch Ayy, yeah I be chillin' with my fam Had to cook a nigga like ham, had the throw away like Spam Ayy, I fucked her lil' hoe, she was ayy I fucked her lil' hoe, pussy bland Jamaica with a tan Bad lil' bitch, she do her dance No, I can't serve you no gram Boy, I move your fuckin' hand On this bitch, yeah I go ham Know what I'm sayin', know what I'm sayin No, I ain't playin' Bitch, f*ck your man My diamonds dance She on my dick, this bitch a fan Yo man a fan Dior B22, these bitches cost a grand Gotta keep the upper ground, gotta keep the upper hand Know what I'm sayin' Know what I'm sayin This whip, this bitch cost hella bands Pockets fat like football pants Yeah, this bitch do ha lil dance You can't get no fuckin' bands Go get a job, go get some bands I can't shake ya hand You ain't my mans Where the f*ck was you at when this shit got deep Where the f*ck was you at when this shit got steep Can I call you when I need ya Had to call sometimes to feed ya I be smokin' hella reefer, I'm in the trees This bitch a tresh, yeah, she on her knees They on my dick, they stuck to me like fleas I'm high as hell, I be in the trees I gotta hold it down for family This shit get deep, I be in my feelings about my auntie Where the f*ck was you at when this shit got ugly I be smokin' on that loud, shit be skunky Had to take a different route, they can't touch me They can't touch me