Us lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm on that Marilyn
She got that Adam's apple and she asked about that fashion
And we passed her with that laughter
And passed her wacker friend
Peace to the geese with that Karrine
If they the geese that act up then, it’s beaks in the streets n' feathers and
She put a decent effort in but she’s at the precinct hemorrhaging
Bring it to these b*tches like Alpo
b*tches gettin' stitches if she under my scalpel
b*tches gettin' vicious when I tell 'em who the sight's on
Have these girls runnin' like roaches with the lights on

[Pre-Chorus 1]
They been on that groupie sh*t
We been on that Gucci sh*t
Apple Cherry coochi clit
Mmm mmm, yeah
Ya'll be swearin' you the sh*t
But ya'll be sharin' shoes and sh*t
Cool it b*tch
Yeah, we ain't even paid for it

[Hook]
(You know why, ya know)
Cause I can't entertain you
I got nothing to say to ya, no no
But I don't even blame you
If I was you I'd hate too
Y'all can't even f*ck with us
Can't even f*ck with us
(You can watch the rain pour, everything is paid for)
Y'all can't even f*ck with us
Can't even f*ck with us
(You can watch the rain pour, everything is paid for)
[Verse 2]
These b*tches fadin', they poppin' sh*t
And they hatin' cause we are
We the crème de la crème
All them other b*tches "H" to the "I-M's"
These n*ggas like her, they tryna get in her cypher but he can't
Can't even roll text with us, these n*ggas can't even stand next to us
Trust, that I seen these bros be tryna make ends meet, Pantene Pro-V
Tryna send beats to her and he's hoping
He can get a 16, he can get me open
But, um, I ain't f*ckin' with these hipster n*ggas
These n*ggas really like sister n*ggas
You know them sweeter than a spritzer n*ggas?
I know n*ggas probably kissed a n*gga
I know n*ggas probably di*ked a n*gga, huh
Anyway, it's the B-A-N-K
"S" to them n*ggas with that V-I-S-A
C-A-S-H, E-U-R-O's
Put a couple commas in them Z-E-R-O's
Lookin' for the dollars, f*ck the C-O-I-N's
I need to get enough for both me and my friends
Yeah, we more dimes than two bucks
But these n*ggas be up in the hood like Ku Klux

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Puffin' on a loose again
Puffin' on that 2 for 10
All these n*ggas
Ooodle and noodlin'
Yeah, yeah
Ya'll n*ggas cool and sh*t
But all my b*tches too legit
We out, out, out
[Hook]
Cause I can't entertain you
I got nothing to say to ya, no no
But I don't even blame you
If I was you I'd hate too
Y'all can't even f*ck with us
Can't even f*ck with us
Y'all can't even f*ck with us
Can't even f*ck with us