Can't Do It

My lil' ****, them always on go

They never on pause

I know some **** committed some murders

Ain't none of 'em solved

And **** be talking, be acting like bitches

I call 'em RuPaul

I get some bitches, I fuck time to time

I don't love 'em at all

Having my feelings evolve

That something I can't do

Get the pussy, no cap

That something I can't do

Leave the hell without the scrap

That something I can't do

Nah

I just can't do it

I just can't be broke

You gotta have some type of hustle 'bout yourself

Fuck my PO

I'm sipping plenty lean, smoking propane

That's the good smoke

(That's the good game ****, what you here)

Just a hood **** with money

I'm in a foreign whip, riding dirty

Even got bogus tags on it

College bitch with me, can't suck dick realer

All she do is gag on it

Fucked around and got a wretched bitch pregnant

I hit her raw man

Fresh out of bendo, eighty thou'

They can't fit any ball, mane

C-Bo told me, stack it up and go hard on these ****

And hating hoes

When you in the streets, you can't leave the scrap

That's a part of your wardrobe

And I rock expensive attire

All the fucks you fight

These ho be slicker than ****

I can't love 'em, these bitches be liars

I be hanging 'round murderers

They shoot like Manu

Yeah, keep your mouth closed

Homie snitching?

That something you can't do

My lil' ****, them always on go

They never on pause

I know some **** committed some murders

Ain't none of 'em solved

And **** be talking, be acting like bitches

I call 'em RuPaul

I get some bitches, I fuck time to time

I don't love 'em at all

Having my feelings evolve

That something I can't do

Get the pussy, no cap

That something I can't do

Leave the hell without the scrap

That something I can't do

Nah

I just can't do it

Moneybagg, Moneybagg, hold up

Let me set the record straight

I am the king, I ain't got the hate

Every **** 'round me that ain't

Used to killing ****, yellow tape

Take a other **** just a mini-me

I watch interviews I'm liking energy

All they do, sipping out that Hennessy

Woo

Pulled up in a half-million dollar car, like, fuck these ****

Like, fuck these **** (Which one of 'em?)

When you're twenty million dollars up

You don't be stunting ****

I'm the plug recruiter, a city of shooters

I repeat a young Trula, J-Money

Every mob in my city mob

Every **** my city, brah

I make fast cash from Glad bags

In the kitchen, duffle bag

Young **** from the town

Get hard, drink all day

Them other **** know

And they're gon' hit it too

Them's the three letters

C-M-G, they are my letters

And this shit too federal, for real

My lil' ****, them always on go

They never on pause

I know some **** committed some murders

Ain't none of 'em solved

And **** be talking, be acting like bitches

I call 'em RuPaul

I get some bitches, I fuck time to time

I don't love 'em at all

Having my feelings evolve

That something I can't do

Get the pussy, no cap

That something I can't do

Leave the hell without scrap

That something I can't do

Nah

I just can't do it

(I can't do that, nah)

(Hell nah)