Bryant Williams for Broken Pot Media (ASCAP) - Can You Touch Me? lyrics

ISmooth Espi, n***a! (C'mon...) Oh! I feel good right now, n***a! (uh) Yeah! Let's Go (Look--) Verse 1 What it is party people? I'm here to rep' That green tattoo all across her chest Man these women stay on me til I lose my breath While y'all n***as looking at me like you ain't impressed (man I hate that n***a) Don't stress to a level that'll make you act out I'll put you in a hold til you try to tap out I don't like guns, but I bought me some It's big bullets-small bullets I can give you some When you hear it click-clack man it's best you, RUN! Or get covered up like converted Muzzlims Fools stay talkin' mad greaseball sh** But see 4s and see they hardcore turn b**h Zipcodes in the C.O They know The o-flow Is so pro-lific, holmes If you don't know me? homie, know now I ran up in the game? with my own style f*ggot Verse 2 I broke from the mainstream and made a creek Most didn't swim in it 'til my name's in streets You've seen me on beats of your favorite actor Made hits with 'em now I'm that rapper See me in the club? Now I'm that cat Who had gashed that throat with jagged gla** Riiight, I get the clappin I shoot rapid When it's problems? Dog I take action I take time when it comes to mine To where I don't hang much I ain't got the time I'm grown gotdammit don't tell me sh** Be it a bus stop or a drop-top with the V6? Know this-- I'm O so focused No folk can stop my plague like locusts The game needs me man it ain't the same So please know this face and know my name (Pretty, right?) Verse 3 For all y'all thinkin' Spittman's a gonna I went and got me a little college diploma Now go tell that to them goons you work for I ain't got time for attention who*es It took so long from flowin' at lunchtime To being onstage spittin' more than punchlines It got ill when I spit the sk** 'til these fraud MCs never fit the bill I'm the, most best Huh, most fresh Those lookin' to test will see Spitt is the best While I got both eyes on ya girlie's breast? You in the cut mad you ain't got none yet Hairline goin' back cause you so stressed That I got a few tracks, I'm servin' sess Yes I got cats in the place all angry Cause babygirl loves me and moist her panties, ewww All my people in the place to be Go and get your hands up high with me Get your hands up high with me You can't touch me, dog Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Hell naw!