[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Uh
You punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Uh, unfuckwitable
Punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Uh... right
Pulled up in the Camaro playing Mighty Sparo
'Cause I'm confident, they think I'm shallow
Straight forward like a bow and arrow
So much horses on my garment, I might need a saddle
For all my God-fan drug dealers that's tryna survive out here, but it's a battle
If it get too hot there, then we skidaddle, time to travel
Good hustlers, no one to pack it up
Move to a spot off Ecuador, slow the traffic up
The God DZA, the bomb twister, the Don sipper
Freaking off with some thotty hotties, they all sisters
All my denoms got the mumps in it
Slap fire out your face, then light the blunt with it, uh
You a bum nigga, my uncle out his mind out to lunch with it
To have you disappear and be done with it
The low bucket, the sear sucker or gear on you suckers
Punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Uh
You punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
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