Can’t Deny It

[Intro: The Godfather]
I don't even remember the first time
You mean the first time I fuckin'— (BangThatShit)
Yeah
Nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on

[Verse 1: The Godfather]
Really in the streets (Yeah), that's why they mad about it (Bitch)
Ain't ready for this shit, need to get your ass up out it (Get your ass up out it)
I dropped out of high school, ain't wanna go to college (Nope)
Young nigga, I let all the old-heads give me knowledge (Bitch)
Just popped another bean (Yup), I'm rollin' off an Oxy (Oxy)
Scrape it 'til the pot clean (Pot clean), my niggas is top three and not three (Not three)
We get money, fuck hoes, see the cops, flee (Flee)
Wе fly 'em in and get 'em gonе, they did not see 'em
My niggas be slidin', they duckin' when them buttons hit (Bah)
Them niggas be hidin' like they put up by the government (These niggas rats)
Put a fully switch on a Glock, sound like some other shit
Ducked off, couldn't get up with ass, so my brother spint

[Interlude: The Godfather]
Yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
Been thinkin' to myself, I'm tryna get some help
Them bullets, they'll burn, them bitches really melt you
Was movin', so I kept shootin'
Want him dead, let's do it
I pray that I get next to him
Teachin' niggas like they students
I can't take my niggas everywhere, them niggas stupid
Punch a nigga in his shit, leave his ass toothless
Niggas mad 'bout what I did, shit, I had to do it
Just know you leavin' in a bag if we get into it

[Interlude: BandGang Biggs]
If we get into it
(Come on now)
We puttin' niggas in a body bag, let's get it, ayy

[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
These niggas Mickey Mouse, rattin' on the whole fuckin' gang (They rats)
Out in public, rockin' shows, I ain't gotta tuck my chains (At all)
Hit Mickey in his head with this Glock 17 (Come on now)
I'ma leave that nigga dead 'cause he ratted on the team
Catch him comin' out the courthouse (Yop), trail him to the crib (Yeah)
I don't wanna fuck your bitch no more, her pussy smell like fish (Damn)
I don't wanna fuck your bitch no more, I did it to her lips
Sent that bitch to Martin City, made her pick me up some Ritz (Go get that)
Made so much money off rap, I said fuck school (Fuck school)
Made so much money off music, we said fuck college (Fuck college)
Mama told me, "Son, get a job, can't be out here wildin'" (Can't be out here wildin')
But it's too late for that, 'cause, mama, I'm a fuckin' problem (I'm a fuckin' problem)
Louis 'fit, Rollie watch, your bitch see me drippin'
Now she droolin', catch you snoozin', she gon' blow me kisses
Fuck her fast like the Suzuki, like we on a mission (Woo)
DaDa Winning, bitch, they losin', better know the difference