Lyrics
There's some shit I just can't do
Yeah I'm in the mufucka fasho'
There's some shit I can do too ya dig
Let em' know how we do Jesse
There's some shit I just can't do
Turn my mic up
I can't fuck a how with her couch stained
I can't wear nothing fake, my jewels real
I can not buy the pint if it ain't sealed
I can run up a mill with no deal
You can't ride shotgun in my whip if you ain't tryna, uh
All that talking, that's how niggas get stepped on your ass done
Bitties dying to give me neck just off my income
Ride around, get ate up in a whip, that's how I have fun
I'm not playing, all I hang with savages, and they a kill ya ass
The last one, I ain't even want em hurt they went and moved too fast
There's two things I'm good at, stacking paper, I know how to run it up
I only can count on one hand how many plugs I had fronted me
CL63 is federal, the seats massaging me
Passenger way to high to smoke but she gon' roll for me
This a whole new bag that I jumped in, this ain't the last one
Take that shit back, that's the base model that ain't the fast one
Damn this Za strong as shit
Niggas rather me dead broke, they mad my money long as shit
That's a shame, I swear I wish the opposite
YBS, we really them, y'all know a nigga ain't stopping shit, the Shiners
Every time I hit the stu you know I leave out with a hit
NFL shit nigga, aint no stopping us
You know your girl love all my music, you geeking let her take a pic
If a J's is in the passenger seat, I know I'm ridin' with a stick
If you can get away with this chain and watch, that's more than like a couple bricks
I can't fuck a how with her couch stained
I can't wear nothing fake, my jewels real
I can not buy the pint if it ain't sealed
I can run up a mill with no deal
I can cash out on that new ring
I can hit a club, pop champagne
I can smash 2 at once, I pop game
I can't spend no time with no lane
On god