SOB x RBE - Can't Tame US lyrics

[Verse 1:] Young wild n***as and we straight from Vallejo Bought two chops, named 'em Keenan & Kel (all that) Angel on my neck, red bottoms straight from hell Hit the b**h, send her home, I'm delivering the mail (I'm delivering the mail) Neiman Marcus shopping, I ain't look for no Jordan's (ain't looking for no Jordan's) Boy when I shop, Balenciaga's I'm exploring I pull up the scene they stop and stare 'cause I'm important KD with the chop, run up and I'm scoring Ain't talking bout chores, I'm aggressive with the mop Treat a n***a like a jumper, he talk crazy You love to take her shopping, she just love to give me top Swipe her for the blue strips, and I ain't talking 'bout a fox Tints on the buff's, oh my god, I'm untouchable Tryna shake my hand, little n***a i don't f** with you Make a n***a strip, make his girlfriend uncomfortable 1 phone call, and my shooter, he'll bust at you 40 with the stick, make it bounce like a pogo Red on the gooth, make it lean like a cholo Take a n***a b**h, guess I'm riding with a stolo You hard with yo' n***as, I'm the same when I'm solo s**a pulled up, he was tryna start a fight, I couldn't even function, I was higher than a kite Told that n***a beat it, R.I.P that n***a Mike, he pulled some hoe sh**, I pulled out that all black 9 On a money hunt, where the f** them bands at? n***a's ran up, choppa's made him ran back Oh they finna shoot, n***a's better stand back Chris with the chop, and I ain't talking hand clap Hold On Lemme refill my tank up Brody in the back, you walk by, keep yo' chain tucked Don't bring yo main around me unless you wanna get yo' main f**ed And all my n***as animals, little n***a you can't tame us Onna' Gang