Lyrics
Poster Boy, Fosterville
Kay Slay, Drama King
Fuck with the kid, gotta throw your moms over the bridge
R.I.P., put the hawk to you over your ribs
Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'
I'm the reason the custies is comin' to the Carter buildin'
And it ain't no tellin' what I do
They may find your body on 16th smellin' like a Jew
I'm the number one stunner when it come to the East
In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat
Nigga, this is my block, name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you have your money out
Son, my gun'll bring a Playboy bunny out
Somebody gotta die, I'ma try your honey out
Send her to ER with half her tummy out
No C-section, no infants comin' out
She can't have babies again
Me and Kay gettin' money so it's feelin' like the '80s again
Holla
We just can't get along
Ayo, you boys is silly, I'm next since Pac and Biggie
And I'm 'bout major figures like Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells All-Star Weekend down in Philly
On my hip pack heat like a bowl of chili
Look, I clap millis, act Willy, you a chump
Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors
And my watch iced out like Jacob store
When you boys gon' learn I got this game locked?
What you got for your deal, I spent on Xbox
Keep frontin' like you hungry, I'ma feed you a biscuit
I got rock and roll bullets, leave lips like biscuits
So hey, it's your life involved, act like it is
My chain light gray like trashcan lids
If one of y'all take my chain, none of y'all live
You like, "I ain't do it, Shells," one of y'all did
We just can't get along
'Cause a lot of y'all are fakin', one minute it's, "As-salamu alaykum"
Two minutes later it's, "Where's my salami bacon?"
Niggas swear the product they makin' requires rockin' an apron
They liars 'cause it's Betty Crocker they bakin'
Not that I'm sayin' that I cook 'cause I don't
'Cause I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put in the bowl
The hookers'll open they jaw for free
Fuck bein' a gentleman, your girlfriend open the door for me
When I pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day
The day the dick have your mother neck stuck one way
I come up one ways drunk pushin' a Porsche
Make beef and I'm cookin' the sauce, gravy
I be lookin' like a boss
I pop at the hood on your snorkel '
Til I have the fur lookin' like a scarf
Lookin' like I robbed him, tell cops I'm
Easy to find like chicks in a nail shop
Holla
We just can't get along
Ayo, get back, get back 'fore I click-clack, click-clack
Where that shit at? Get that 'fore I bust shots
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to
Front if you want to and get slumped with the gun too
Give me mine 'cause any time I could run through
And put your brains on the mini-blinds in your sunroom
Try run, dog, you could try hide, man
But when I bust the gun, dog, you gon' die, man
I'm drinkin' rum, dog, and I'm gettin' high, man
Say goodbye, man, or a prayer, amen
Look, it ain't hard to get at you dudes
I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in your food
I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells
I got it locked from Illadel' to ATL
The wait is over, I'ma take it over
I'ma bubble like vinegar and bakin' soda
Easy
We just can't get along
Yo, I'm a D-Block nigga, I don't respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat and a clock, you couldn't kill time
You cowards don't want beef, why even start?
Y'all like dicks in a pool, none of y'all hard
Come through in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie
Holdin' my hammer 'cause she know it's dirty
Y'all got questions? Holler at me, I'll tell you what's what
Lay you on your back in your trunks and really see what's up
On the real, niggas better chill
Think your crew spittin' flames? I'll put your hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if niggas ain't feelin' me
Like a nigga with no eyes, y'all not seein' me
Call me a director, I'll give clips to your broad
Bullets is like gum how they stick to your jaw
Go 'head, call the NARCs, I'll put a hole through your heart
And leave you on the train tracks in a shoppin' cart
This ain't just beats and bars, it's things I'll do to you
You incompetent fuck, I'm tryna get through to you
The gauge'll open your chest like Vicks
How y'all went from bein' soft to hard? Niggas is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout your coke and your toast
Liars get shot in the tongue, I'll put the MAC to your throat
Motherfucker
Kay Slay, Drama King
Fuck with the kid, gotta throw your moms over the bridge
R.I.P., put the hawk to you over your ribs
Keep thinkin' that the god is chillin'
I'm the reason the custies is comin' to the Carter buildin'
And it ain't no tellin' what I do
They may find your body on 16th smellin' like a Jew
I'm the number one stunner when it come to the East
In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat
Nigga, this is my block, name a nigga who run me out
Friday come, you and you have your money out
Son, my gun'll bring a Playboy bunny out
Somebody gotta die, I'ma try your honey out
Send her to ER with half her tummy out
No C-section, no infants comin' out
She can't have babies again
Me and Kay gettin' money so it's feelin' like the '80s again
Holla
We just can't get along
Ayo, you boys is silly, I'm next since Pac and Biggie
And I'm 'bout major figures like Dutch and Gillie
Catch Shells All-Star Weekend down in Philly
On my hip pack heat like a bowl of chili
Look, I clap millis, act Willy, you a chump
Only kid in the hood with elevators in his truck
See, I flash bucks, rock all black doors
And my watch iced out like Jacob store
When you boys gon' learn I got this game locked?
What you got for your deal, I spent on Xbox
Keep frontin' like you hungry, I'ma feed you a biscuit
I got rock and roll bullets, leave lips like biscuits
So hey, it's your life involved, act like it is
My chain light gray like trashcan lids
If one of y'all take my chain, none of y'all live
You like, "I ain't do it, Shells," one of y'all did
We just can't get along
'Cause a lot of y'all are fakin', one minute it's, "As-salamu alaykum"
Two minutes later it's, "Where's my salami bacon?"
Niggas swear the product they makin' requires rockin' an apron
They liars 'cause it's Betty Crocker they bakin'
Not that I'm sayin' that I cook 'cause I don't
'Cause I keep it as raw as you seen it before it was put in the bowl
The hookers'll open they jaw for free
Fuck bein' a gentleman, your girlfriend open the door for me
When I pimp walk the beat, you shut up one day
The day the dick have your mother neck stuck one way
I come up one ways drunk pushin' a Porsche
Make beef and I'm cookin' the sauce, gravy
I be lookin' like a boss
I pop at the hood on your snorkel '
Til I have the fur lookin' like a scarf
Lookin' like I robbed him, tell cops I'm
Easy to find like chicks in a nail shop
Holla
We just can't get along
Ayo, get back, get back 'fore I click-clack, click-clack
Where that shit at? Get that 'fore I bust shots
Get crunk if you want to, drunk if you want to
Front if you want to and get slumped with the gun too
Give me mine 'cause any time I could run through
And put your brains on the mini-blinds in your sunroom
Try run, dog, you could try hide, man
But when I bust the gun, dog, you gon' die, man
I'm drinkin' rum, dog, and I'm gettin' high, man
Say goodbye, man, or a prayer, amen
Look, it ain't hard to get at you dudes
I screw waitresses that'll slip shit in your food
I got yay for sale and I got crazy shells
I got it locked from Illadel' to ATL
The wait is over, I'ma take it over
I'ma bubble like vinegar and bakin' soda
Easy
We just can't get along
Yo, I'm a D-Block nigga, I don't respect wack rhymes
If you had a gat and a clock, you couldn't kill time
You cowards don't want beef, why even start?
Y'all like dicks in a pool, none of y'all hard
Come through in the spit white 330 with a mean birdie
Holdin' my hammer 'cause she know it's dirty
Y'all got questions? Holler at me, I'll tell you what's what
Lay you on your back in your trunks and really see what's up
On the real, niggas better chill
Think your crew spittin' flames? I'll put your hot dogs on the grill
It gotta be a conspiracy if niggas ain't feelin' me
Like a nigga with no eyes, y'all not seein' me
Call me a director, I'll give clips to your broad
Bullets is like gum how they stick to your jaw
Go 'head, call the NARCs, I'll put a hole through your heart
And leave you on the train tracks in a shoppin' cart
This ain't just beats and bars, it's things I'll do to you
You incompetent fuck, I'm tryna get through to you
The gauge'll open your chest like Vicks
How y'all went from bein' soft to hard? Niggas is dicks
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout your coke and your toast
Liars get shot in the tongue, I'll put the MAC to your throat
Motherfucker
