Y’all Can’t

Lyrics

[Chorus: Peezy] Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us [Verse 1: Webbo] In [?] dripping, bad bitches, what's up? Rehab [?] all drinks on us We them ghetto boys, [?] fuck up your party Got this Presi on my wrist, I don't fuck with the Cartis [?] choppers, so we [?] chains Tryna count my pockets, I'll have you counting for days Have you running in circles, like you stuck in a maze I heard them ghetto boys tripping, young niggas is paid [?] iced up, [?] iced up, [?] iced up Eez iced up, [?] Ray iced up [?] iced up, Snoop iced up P Iced up, that's why they don't like us [Chorus: Peezy] Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us [Verse 2: Peezy] Young real nigga, made something out of nothing Tell them bring the backwoods, we gon' roll it out the onion New ghetto boy charm with the cuban, cost a couple Nigga, way before I hit the gym, I got it off the muscle Nigga, you ain't really out here serving packs, so why you fronting? You know them bitches ain't gon' love you back, so why you love them? Nigga, you ain't really nothing, top acting like you something For some real niggas come around and blow your whole cover Them ghetto boy niggas, do it on another level You know you put your hands on one of them, then you in trouble Been chilling on the block with twenty grand, from my hustle Won't give a nigga shit, 'cause I don't oah a nigga nothing Yeah [Chorus: Peezy] Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us [Verse 3: G.T.] This time, I ain't gon' talk about the money I'ma talk about them long ass nights when we was struggling Everyday I got off of my ass and started hustling It's still ten toes down, ain't no nigga give me nothing All my niggas had dreams of playing basketball But now they on the block, with hem bands [?] balls Do whatever for a profit, they only [?] the hceese Drop the top and feel the breeze [?] problems that we gotta solve So I can't even hesitate, when it's beef involved Lot of niggas always et on tracks and talk the dog When these niggas don't even know work come soft [Chorus: Peezy] Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us Y'all can't fuck with us