Can’t Fold Hit-Boy & SOB X RBE

[Intro: Slimmy B]
Dawg, I got you Jay B
Hit-Boy on the beat so bitch you gotta go berserk
G. Ry got me

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
If you gon' throw that ass, bitch, throw it
If you know you ain’t gon' squeeze, don't tote it
You the type to get a bag, then blow it
I’m the type to get a bag, then grow it
If you ain't smokin' cook, you ain't loaded
You know I keep a stick, you see it pokin'
I've been tryna fuck and you know it (Uh)
So gon' bust it open, let it gon' hit bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Your last nigga wasn’t with it, baby I’m is
50 thousand on my watch, but it's timeless
Already know what it was, you can’t buy unique
I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me
I'm in and out on the road
Clear VVS is my goal
Ain't gotta tell you it, you know
Hunnids on me, they can’t fold

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Yeah, and they can't fold
Suckas round, so I gotta keep that K close
We applyin' all this pressure, nigga, they know
Young niggas gettin' money, nigga, they know
MAC-11, fuck around and let Klay go
Bounce out, spray the K 'til the face gone
Put a bag on your head, it won't take long
If the court ain't got no witness, then the case gone
Let me get that pussy wet, it won't take long
Make the neighbors know my name, like I'm Trey Songz
If it ain't Ruth Chris, we at Thanh Long
And if your ass ain't finna ride, bitch, stay gone