Can't Do That

We gon' get it popping

He be sending shots, but in reality, he ain't stoppin shit
Told me that I elevated bitch, I ain't even started yet
Custie call me phone, he ask me: "Ay, you got them boxes in"
I told him: "Give me twenty", I ain't far, I'm just around the bend
Snapchat me them bands when you in the trap
If he playin with funny money, I can't do that
Say he wanna break up baby, I was tryna stack it up
And we be eating good, I flip that fetty with a spatula
Get my ass behind the wheel, I swear to God that ima whip it
We ain't in the same bracket, you only count double digits
He ain't tryna get a bag for real, it's sad he got a sickness
Must of thought, I was a genie, baby, I ain't grantin wishes
If I ever aim it up, I promise you I ain't gon miss it
You let hoes fuck up the vision, you be suspect I can't mix it
I could see him in the mirror, he get dusted when I'm dippin
He was actin like a bitch and I can't see it any different

Four gram woods, go put that bitch up on the scale
Smoking Gucci, shit be gas, I light that shit up by the bail
Think I took too much, he said: "It's short" I told his ass, oh well
All I know applying pressure, if they push up, give 'em hell
They hate me cuz a bitch gon' do it better, how it's supposed to be
Quick to pull the trigger, bitch, I'm lethal like some mercury
Was taught to get the guap, this shit ain't come with no directory
Asking questions couldn't tell you, I don't know it's in my arteries

All that fake love shit be comedy, they tryna get next to me
I call my plug the God cuz when I hit him he be blessing me
Gave em water, they ain't drink it, that's your fault, it ain't my mess to clean
Choppa get to singing love the sound when it spit melodies
My baby say he love me, sticking to me like a felony
Play with me, no hesitation, turn you into celery
Get stacks invest 'em back, we up forever, that's my specialty
Keep back to backing woods, bitch, I can't help it got a tendency