Uh huh uh huh uh huh

Uh

Everybody look when I pop out

I was sixteen when I said **** school

Now I get a lot of brain for a dropout

Your boy be fake

These hoes fake

I don’t really know which one be the opp now

Niggas pop **** til’ we pop out then he pop style

Yeah you could see Pac now

You could get smoked no dreadlock (yea)

I had smoke in a headlock (yea)

I had hoes in area codes

that would hit plus for I get a text out (yea)

She told me hit her on WhatsApp (what)

I looked at the girl like what’s that

And that was the day that a nigga found out

That the federal boys can’t touch that

(Kickin’ in doors)

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t

(Kickin’ in doors)

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t

(Kickin’ in doors)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

4-1 with the wrist

I get to shittin on niggas its flooded

Phat ass l she shakin it

When she strip she got it bussin

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

They see what I’m whippin

They pulling me over

They ask what I’m doing

Like Yachty and Ian

I’m thuggin

Nigga keep talking that’s nothin

Why all these boys be acting alike

I guess they related, they cousins

They sending me threats but they bluffin

It take me a while fore I cuff it

Especially when we in public

You say that you love me

But how you want me to wife you when I don’t even trust it

Ass phat sittin right

I might just sin tonight

Look at my grin alright (aight)

She know that she pretty

She know that I got it

Just look at my fit aight

You could be ****ed up

But if you got some motion

Then you are not broke

Long as you grinding and stick to your dough

I got addicted to

(Kickin’ in doors)

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t

(Kickin’ in doors)

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t

(Kickin’ in doors)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

Can’t touch this (ay)

4-1 with the wrist

I get to shittin on niggas its flooded

Phat ass when she shakin it

Make it strip she got it bussin

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

Can’t touch this

They see what I’m whippin

They pulling me over

They ask what I’m doing

Like Yachty and Ian

I’m

(Hands up)