Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Can't , by - Mo3. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
They Can't |
| Nigga I’m cutthroat, on, nigga |
| Fuck you talking 'bout? |
| (Woah-oh, oh) |
| Trey walk 'em down |
| Gang, gang |
| Hit us up, out on a nigga, get him outta here |
| We hit him by his head |
| Prosecuted on my ho name (Damn) |
| Duckin' them bitches, tryna get wit 'em |
| Yeah, I gotta be swift |
| Load up the clips, finish they whole gang |
| I ain’t got no shame |
| Thinkin' about my enemy when I be reminiscin' 'bout Lil' Bubba, ho, |
| they gotta die (They gotta die) |
| I’m tryna send all of them bitches to the afterlife |
| Get crucified with this choppa then go chop to Christ |
| (They getting wacked tonight) |
| Body for body, call it, I got it |
| It’s not a lot of niggas who don’t know better (Nah) |
| Respect the murderer, gun power |
| We kill every nigga standing in front of us |
| Bitch you dancing with a daredevil, .38 special |
| Nothing but killer tactics like I’m trained for the Marines |
| I got a problem, I be on somethin' |
| 'Cause every time I see the opps, I get excited like pass me that .30 |
| Spin around, I’m finna smoke one (Baow) |
| I’m the holy one |
| I’ll put a whole in somethin' |
| Dolo, I don’t need a gang |
| I be lurking, huh (Lurking, huh) |
| Police in my house wanna search for guns |
| And yeah I still got all my dirty ones (What?) |
| Disrespect on the gang, you get flipped |
| You can tell the way I look, I make 'em scared |
| Oh you nervous, huh? |
| I make 'em shut the fuck up if he ain’t tryna step (Shh) |
| He keep playing and I tell him get a shirt or somethin' |
| Fill the churches up (Yeah) |
| Tell 'em all I’ma kill 'em |
| I don’t need a hitta, just all my gorillas (Nah) |
| Father forgive me but I gotta take 'em |
| Send 'em to they maker |
| Ooh, I’m too official (Baow) |
| Talk to the devil for days, he told me to pray (Baow) |
| He’ll put a nigga on a picture |
| Ya whole neighborhood wearing them shirts |
| Talking about how they love you and miss you, yeah |
| I’m that sto' on the corner (Corner) |
| I’m that crack in the pot (All the way) |
| I’m that strap that you got (All the way) |
| I’m the one that they don’t wanna— (Nah-ah-ah-ah) |
| Cross the line, when it’s time to sling that iron (Baow) |
| (Why, I-I-I-I) |
| They can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| They can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Oh, uh-uh) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) |
| Taliban, I’m the murder man |
| This the Klan, think you heard of them |
| Radio tripping, don’t wanna give me a chance |
| Haters be lurking, and ain’t scared of them |
| I can do the murder dance |
| Store that Beretta run under my sweater, run up a devil, tell' em that it’s |
| rock-a-bye |
| My hittas thinkin' like it’s lethal |
| Pull up on side of the car, talkin' to the reaper |
| My young nigga get 'em gone, talkin' for a feature |
| Tell' them niggas it’s murder whenever I catch |
| Want a problem in they section, hit us, going extra, yeah |
| My gorillas they gon' fetch 'em, yeah |
| And that choppa, it got extra legs |
| Caught a opp on the freeway, did him dirty, left him brain dead |
| When I jump in that water, it rain man |
| Bitch I’m cutthroat, this gangland (On gang) |
| I’m that sto' on the corner (Corner) |
| I’m that crack in the pot (All the way) |
| I’m that strap that you got (All the way) |
| I’m the one that they don’t wanna— (Nah-ah-ah-ah) |
| Cross the line, when it’s time to sling that iron (Baow) |
| (Why, I-I-I-I) |
| They can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| They can’t fuck with me (Can't fuck with me) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Oh, uh-uh) |
| Can’t fuck with me (Why, I-I-I-I) |