Smoke DZA, Domo Genesis, Roc Marciano - Unfuckwitable lyrics

Uh you punk motherfuckers
You can't fuck with us uh, unfuckwitable
Punk motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us

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

Pulled up in the Seven playing Otis Redding
Learned how to hold a weapon
From my older brethren
Blowing the western with the motor revving
Let em hold a 11 my hoes is all bow legged
My old flows, niggas bootlegged it
I copped a Loff with the pool embedded
I'm cooling in it
The Range came with the cooler in it
You got a school, that's just tutoring niggas
I send a Cougar with them shooters in it
My lieutenant went for super vision
I visited my beautician
I'm too pimpish, all my boots is glistened
(roll my shit up, bitch)
The Kaz bucket, the Jumpman come dime-a-duzin
An Iceberg, I might Donald Duck it
The white sluts treat me
Like Michael Douglas, i kinda dug it
The money come in lumps of hundreds
Raps I published made the buzz big
Enough to get tough flooded
You punk motherfuckers
You can't fuck with us (Marc baby)
You bum motherfuckers, you can't fuck with us
Yeah the fuck oh yeah

Pimp pistol grip pump on my lap it all
Quit tryna pass us off
With snarky comedy, quote me
Bet we won't laugh it off
Real talking, this ain't no cattle
Come and smack your fraud
Niggas broad day without mass
You wanna battle abroad to prove that shit
Or pack it up and fuckin' move that shit
You talkin' tough, you better lose that shit
Like a sock in a sheet, it's seen easy
I'm a vampire in a mirror
Niggas can't see me, fuck the one time
Screaming until I see a mausoleum
Yeah, they took my big uncle so
We balling till they free him, believe me
Tell Pete I wanna Rock now hit the scene
Hard bang looking like a Glock sound
Did it how I want it
Turning anywhere to my town
It's like I'm playing Tetris how I
Hold the fucking block down, real talk
Don't leave no killer weed around me
Cause I will spark
Fuck all that acting, we got real heart
Bitch

Shout out to Smoke DZA
That's my motherfucking nigga, man
You already know
Fuck with you the long way, bruh, like family
Shit is bigger than rap, it's deeper
Than rap music, it's family shit, bruh
Young dons, RFC, let's get it