Can’t Do Shit

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit
(Sound like shit)
Bitches ain’t gonna criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit
These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)

[Verse 1: Live Grenade]
Hear us before, bitches need another sample
Mad cause this fuckin’ crew becomin’ more ample
Cut it up, white lines, we begin
Don’t give a fuck, we always win
Drunk as fuck, gonna do it all again
With a single puff, we’re gonna continue to fuckin’ sin
Hard as fuck to kill, you know we’re fuckin’ movin’ in
Shootin’ off guns while pukin’ up some blood
Like a said, crew gettin’ big, just keeps on gettin’ bigger
Pop pop pop, my finger on the fuckin’ trigger!

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit
(Sound like shit)
Bitches don’t criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit
These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)

[Verse 2: Zodiak]
I’m fuckin’ high, don’t care about being sober
Stealin’ bitch's Range Rovers, now I got a hangover
I’m a weed smoker with that strong ass weed odor
The devil, I’m on your teen’s shoulder, a street fuckin’ solider
Don’t invite us over, we fuck bitches like a sleepover
Askin’ your bitch out so to fuckin’ cheat on her
Some mad fuckin’ loners who keep on sinkin’ lower
Faggots gettin’ mean boner cause of Zodiak poster
I’m poppin’ some pills while I jack someone’s bike
High, drunk, we runnin’ all these red lights
I punch a motherfucker in his dick after a fight
We’ll never feel bad, do it multiple times in a single night!

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit
(Sound like shit)
Bitches don’t criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit
These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)

[Verse 3: Frankie]
Many dollars pushed down in my wallet
Chain so bling, nigga, I’m a balla
Take the blame from the cops since pussies don’t wanna
As we smokin’ up all the marijuana
We can’t run, pigs got a fuckin’ choppa
We got some guns, they got a lotta
Shootin’ at the cops with a fuckin’ sawed-off
God, don’t care, don’t forgive me fatha
I’m gonna sin, no fucks about the bible
Bitches are snitches, holdin’ me liable
Fuckin’ with girls, kids look up to me, I’mma idol
A fuckin’ sinner since I was a child

[Bridge: Undead]
You can’t blame me, I’m just fuckin’ dealin’
They still buyin’, ain’t nobody stealin’
Haters still gettin’ fucked up, I had to teach ‘em
Now nobody, nobody needs ‘em

[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]
Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it
We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit
(Sound like shit)
Bitches don’t criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit
These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?
(Do bout it?)