Can You Fuck With Us

(feat. AB)

[Intro:]

(Slow), can you fuck with us

(Loud), can you fuck with us

(Bangin'), can you fuck with us

Slow Loud And Bangin', can you fuck with us [x2]

[Trae:]

I'm strapped up on blocks, the block jocks that knock

A nigga balling in the mix, riding drops on drops

See me and B ain't playing, we showing up automatic

Situation just got drastic, gon recline like magic

The fifth wheel on leaner, when I'm flipping the scene-a

Stepping out looking cleaner, still rocking arenas

I got a cousin named Trina, to make a bitch stand still

I got my nigga Freaky here, to put it all in your grill

You see money ain't a thang, when you shining and grinding

I make 'em say we big timing, get blinded by diamonds

Born and raised out the South, so I'm a down the South

I got love for the North, with thugged out Lil' Boss

And BJ ok, see I done said it a minute

We two deep sitting tinted, if it's thoed then we in it

Showing love to Brichet Texas, when we floss in a Lexus

And when it's plex we get wreckless, so you better respect us

[Hook: x2]

You ain't never seen a nigga, that could do it like this

Wrecking tracks breaking backs, with the mic in my fist

You ain't never seen a nigga, that can do it like that

Bring hats trunk cracked, yelling where them haters at

[Lil B:]

Here I go, I'm bout to give you what you need

Guerilla Maab'ing on bitches, and flicking off fleas

Bitch please, you can't get up in my stacks

I bleed tracks and wax, and break a nigga back

Cause it's danger, when I get in my zone

A two-tone, I'm ripping any mic-a-rophone

I'm going off showing off, breaking off like the winter

Not a beginner, I'm the number one contender

Up in the ring, I swang and swing my diamonds bling

So fresh and so clean, I got my mug on mean

It ain't a thing for me to step out and shine, I gotta grind

Fifth recline, I represent that Grapevine

Touch down, is where a nigga be headed

Gasing up unleaded, nigga I got cash and credit

Track I will shred it, if you put it in my face

Don't even bob your heads, this just a skeet taste

[Hook x2]

[AB:]

AB popped up, looking good fa sho

So much ice on my wrist, you can call it snow

I'm Slow Loud And Bangin', when I roam the lot

Looking good for the bops, beat up the block

To you haters talking down, better back on up

Still swanging on buck, not giving a fuck

Bout you hoe ass niggaz, steady hating on my click

Sideways on a switch, still balling in the mix

[Intro x2]

[Trae:]

Pulling up, and crawling slow

Popping trunk, and neons glow

We them raw guerillas, out the South

If you talking down, we'll close your mouth

And you bopping hoes, don't mean a thang

Cause we stay on note, on top of thangs

And I know you wanna, do me in

You really, really need to think again

Got to flow much harder, if you wanna fuck with me tonight

Gotta sound much better, and your sound's gotta be just right

Throw the deuce in the air, if you like what you hear

Slow Loud And Bangin', all up in yo ear

Fuck what you say, cause we don't care

S.L.A.B.'s, about to take off

[Lil B:]

We taking off on flight, only riding first class

[Trae:]

And up in a Continental, slabbed out S-Class

[Lil B:]

We crash the tracks

[Trae:]

And run game on hoes

[Lil B:]

Southside gon hold, screens showing our show

[Trae:]

Or a flick with a bad bitch, that's getting turned out

[Lil B:]

Hitting cat from the back, know what I'm tal'n bout

(Like that), for real Yokahoma's we turning

[Trae:]

Money earning chrome turning, wood grain wheel sturning

With a remote on charge, we pulling out the garage

[Lil B:]

Then skate up the Boulevard, while the trunk make noise

[Trae:]

Steady shaking haters off

[Lil B:]

We don't bar no plex

We stick necks with techs, and put the drama to rest

[Trae:]

Cause we playa made with fades, and living life lavish

[Lil B:]

Got 24 karat, cut ice for the rabbit

And the bone is iced out, for a lil' genocide

[Lil B & Trae:]

Oh my we fly, we the thugs you can't deny

[Hook x2]