Stickbaby205 - MR. CBFW Lyrics

I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with
I'm in that mode fasho
I'm locked in, let's go
Probably mad cause I'm diggin' his hoe
Let's go
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with, ever
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with, ever
(Stickbaby !!)
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with, ever
I'm on these rap niggas ass
Stay in my lane and I pray ion crash
Or I'ma suit up, all black with that mask
I'ma suit up bout that pape
If you cop the most, then you dont gotta wait
Shawty she wet as a lake
Know she a bad bitch, only eat seafood and steak
GMF, I just rolled a FatBoy
Never seen me, she like, who is that boy?
If you lookin' for me, I swear it ain't that hard
I'm posted up on the block like a backboard
I'm posted up like Giannis
Ain't nun sweet, yeen takin' that from me
Thinking I'm pussy, let's run it
I'ma walk down on your ass, till my feet catch a bunion
I really be chillin, I just wanna win,
But some like Justin, I'm caught in the field
Licensed to carry, I got it concealed
Im sweating him to play, boy that's a free kill
Real gorilla, fighting cases Harambe
Yeah I can fight, but I'm bout that gun play
Red beam on his cherry, top, Sunday
Top of the week, get ya kilt on a Monday
Ducking his tacos, chased him on a Tuesday
Don't hit my phone, if it ain't bout a blue face
I'm in her mouth, toothpaste
Can't f*ck with n****s, I know that they two faced
Can't f*ck with these hoes, they messy
I'ma come through with the stick, like Gretzky
Niggas ain't eating, they ass anorexic
Really authentic, you ain't gotta guess it
Make a pack disappear, majestic
Make that hoe go poof, genie
Put that bread on his head, beanie
Freak bitch, she wanna lick up the semen
Hungry hippo, she eating up the balls
15 minutes, remember them calls
Was locked in the county, damn near lost it all
It's okay to stumble, but don't never fall
Grown-ass man, being locked down at 8 o'clock
Cashapp shawty, come hit the potato shop
Draco caught fifty, just cause he made a stop
21 Savage, off bows I than made a-lot
N****s can't f*ck with a picture of me
Too pressure, can't handle a swisher of me
Put them racks up my arm, where my feelings a be
What that mean, I put them racks up my sleeve
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with
I'm on these rap n****s ass
Stay in my lane and I pray Ion crash
Or I'ma suit up, all black with that mask
I'ma suit up bout that pape
If you cop the most, then you don't gotta wait
Shawty she wet as a lake
Know she a bad bitch, only eat seafood and steak
Gmf, I just rolled a Fatboy
Never seen me, she like, who is that boy ?
If you lookin' for me, I swear it ain't that hard
I'm posted up on the block like a backboard
I'm posted up like Giannis
Ain't nun sweet, yeen takin' nun from me
Thinking I'm pussy, let's run it
I'ma walk down on your ass, till my feet catch a bunion