STILL CANT FUH (FEAT. DOJA CAT)

Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck

Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck

If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck

Send me a bottle, you still won't

It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck

NBA draft and you still can't fuck

You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck

Call me a slut and you still won't

You still can't

You still won't

And you still can't

Fuck

Fuck these **** and fuck these bitches like, bye, I'm wildin'

I'm not on Bumble, I'm not on Raya

Can't get no neck with no back, you ain't Khia

Upsettin' these bitches like Cookinwitkya

All these emotions, it's not that serious

City girls up, boys on they deriod

I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious

And no, I don't text back

He say he in love, go get a tat

Yeah, now **** know I talk back

Yeah, these **** know that I'm that

Yeah, these **** know what it is

All these hoes know I'm they bitch

Candace Owens somewhere pissed

Kiss my what? ****, get bent

He said, "What are you bringing to the table?"

I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby, sprinkle, sprinkle

Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck

Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck

If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck

Send me a bottle, you still won't

It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck

NBA draft and you still can't fuck

You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck

Call me a slut and you still won't

You still can't

You still won't

And you still can't

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha

Fuck

Said, coke can in his Hanes underwear

Everybody in here know what's under there

Good credit and some glass skin

He got goals, hobbies, and a passion

With an accent and his eyes knock you off your axis

All the members' clubs he got access to

Cook, clean, and no bad tattoos

But he ain't hittin' it when Jesus return

He ain't hittin' it with mommy issues

He ain't hittin' if it meant that I would have to let him hit it too and comment issues

Wouldn't let him hit to stop a missile

"Just the tip," okay, I'll cut it off

Beg for pussy, then I cut him off

Ain't none of my clothes comin' off

And you still won't

Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck

Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck

If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck

Send me a bottle, you still won't

Still won't, you won't hit

It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck

NBA draft and you still can't fuck

You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lizzy!

Call me a slut and you still won't