Can’t Do Shit

By Undead Slayer

On Low Life

Released on April 9, 2019

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[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]

Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it

We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit

(Sound like shit)

Bitches ain’t gonna criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit

These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?

(Do bout it?)


[Verse 1: Live Grenade]

Hear us before, bitches need another sample

Mad cause this fuckin’ crew becomin’ more ample

Cut it up, white lines, we begin

Don’t give a fuck, we always win

Drunk as fuck, gonna do it all again

With a single puff, we’re gonna continue to fuckin’ sin

Hard as fuck to kill, you know we’re fuckin’ movin’ in

Shootin’ off guns while pukin’ up some blood

Like a said, crew gettin’ big, just keeps on gettin’ bigger

Pop pop pop, my finger on the fuckin’ trigger!


[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]

Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it

We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit

(Sound like shit)

Bitches don’t criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit

These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?

(Do bout it?)


[Verse 2: Zodiak]

I’m fuckin’ high, don’t care about being sober

Stealin’ bitch's Range Rovers, now I got a hangover

I’m a weed smoker with that strong ass weed odor

The devil, I’m on your teen’s shoulder, a street fuckin’ solider

Don’t invite us over, we fuck bitches like a sleepover

Askin’ your bitch out so to fuckin’ cheat on her

Some mad fuckin’ loners who keep on sinkin’ lower

Faggots gettin’ mean boner cause of Zodiak poster

I’m poppin’ some pills while I jack someone’s bike

High, drunk, we runnin’ all these red lights

I punch a motherfucker in his dick after a fight

We’ll never feel bad, do it multiple times in a single night!


[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]

Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it

We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit

(Sound like shit)

Bitches don’t criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit

These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?

(Do bout it?)


[Verse 3: Frankie]

Many dollars pushed down in my wallet

Chain so bling, nigga, I’m a balla

Take the blame from the cops since pussies don’t wanna

As we smokin’ up all the marijuana

We can’t run, pigs got a fuckin’ choppa

We got some guns, they got a lotta

Shootin’ at the cops with a fuckin’ sawed-off

God, don’t care, don’t forgive me fatha

I’m gonna sin, no fucks about the bible

Bitches are snitches, holdin’ me liable

Fuckin’ with girls, kids look up to me, I’mma idol

A fuckin’ sinner since I was a child


[Bridge: Undead]

You can’t blame me, I’m just fuckin’ dealin’

They still buyin’, ain’t nobody stealin’

Haters still gettin’ fucked up, I had to teach ‘em

Now nobody, nobody needs ‘em


[Chorus: Undead and (Zodiak)]

Hell no, we can’t apologize, we don’t fake any of it

We gon harmonize, don’t care if we should like shit

(Sound like shit)

Bitches don’t criticize, y’all bitches can’t do shit

These ain’t fuckin’ lies, what’re you gon do bout it?

(Do bout it?)