Letra de They Can’t FWM - Icewear Vezzo

Yeah-yeah-yeah

(Cashout, what it do-do-do?)

Ooh

Ooh, wee

Hmm

Phew, phew, huh

Iced Out Records

I been turnt, geeked for like two days, so I can't say much

She gon' let me fuck 'cause on the way, ho, I can't pay nothin'

I just bought two Richard's and one chain, cost like eight some'

Switchin' lanes, I be state-to-state just like Salomon

A stick on me, bitch, I got that tool, I'm tryna fix some'

Gang members, don't call me big bro, I ain't your big brother

On the road, finna catch some plays, it's like I'm hitchhiking

He switchin' sides, get that boy some shoes 'cause they be flip-floppin'

Baby, chop up, hangin' in my tent, no, I got big joggins

Jury dancin', they pull out they phone just like I'm TikTokin

She a freaky, I pull down my pants, she suck the lint off me

Hit her on the call, she got good brain, yeah, that's a big noggin

Just for me to walk in and show my chain, I need a fifty (Fifty)

We got yellow wiggin', Bobby Brown, knew we're dissin'

I like four leachers, four old neekers, yeah, that's Niki (Niki)

A show as soon shoot 'em, college girl gon' show them titties (Phew, titties)

Hmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me)

Hmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (Not at all)

Huh, what, they can't fuck with me (Ooh, fuck with me)

Phew, bitch, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me)

Money, cars, and hoes, cash and clothes, a lot of Wock' pints

In the Uris geekin', I just threw up at the stop light

You know you want my chain, you reach for that, we throwin' shots, right

Why you postin' poles all on the 'net? 'Cause you the cop type

Light skin, let her eat the meat up, look like BIA (BIA)

Marry cake ass, not Tamera, oh, that's Tia, huh?

Kinda dog shit, back of the Maybach with my feet up

Flexin' type, lovin' basketball, she just got 'Dida, huh

On a private jet, smokin' 'Woods, just rolled a P up

Told them fuck boys hang up they jerseys, nigga, we up

I be walkin' shit all on my songs, fuck the beat up

I left fifty thousand fly in Truth, that shit expensive (Shit expensive)

Phew, mmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me, they can't fuck with me)

Hmm, yeah, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me, fuck with me)

Huh, what, they can't fuck with me (Not at all)

Phew, bitch, they can't fuck with me (They can't fuck with me, they can't fuck with me)

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