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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
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