Can't Go Songtext
Know we livin' lav—
The number one radio station on the planet
Brrat (Feel it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got my diamonds on top of the stove (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't with me, you gotta go home
And I know that I'm with it, he wrong
I don't play with these bitches on phone
And this shit be real life, not a song (Yeah, what?)
The number one radio station on the planet
Brrat (Feel it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got my diamonds on top of the stove (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't with me, you gotta go home
And I know that I'm with it, he wrong
I don't play with these bitches on phone
And this shit be real life, not a song (Yeah, what?)
When she pull up, she don't got no phone (Set, set, set, set)
Thousand dollar my shoes, they on (Oh yeah)
I went 'head with the Drac', I'm strong (Oh)
She wanted cash, yeah (Huh), I don't got no cash, yеah (Yeah, yeah)
He triеd to run this, yeah, yeah
Shawty a groupie, a bad, bad
Don't give a fuck if your ass fat (Say red)
Just seen a twenty off X, cap
Ain't got no drugs, I'm mad now (Drugs)
That boy got hit from Mack truck
Slammin' the door and get out the store
Reach for my pocket, ten on the floor
You fell in love with business bags, ho
Ninety degrees, I still got a coat
Watch how the pants [?]
That boy a fan, not gang, hello
We in the spot, no one tellin' me wrong
Rick Owen jacket, not rockin' VLONE (Red, red)
All of that pussy-ass shit, don't condone (Know we livin' lav—)
These niggas stay on my dick when I scroll Braided my dreads, I been in that mode (Dreads)
Said what I said, ain't switchin' no code (I'm not)
I got a bitch on my side, I ain't cold
Your bitch, she keep callin' me, leave me alone
[?] nigga, thuggin' down that road
Shawty know when I go out of town, gold rose
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
Started this shit and I'm finishin' it
Hot Glock, damn, I miss my stick
She got it, okay, trick this bitch
YVL on and I still throw a six (Y)
I don't even want this ho assist (Wow)
Pass that ho, I get me assist (Wow)
White girl still do truck yard shit (Wow)
Playin' with her nose, all the coke, she lit
Fake bloods, they outside of Atlanta
Fake mud, it's inside of Atlanta
Who is him? Boy, you not from Atlanta
I got two lives just like Hannah Montana
And she psyched out just like Molly Santana
Smokin' cigarettes, I don't care 'bout no matches
We gon' roll him, light that boy out the [?]
Put that pull up, then he turn to a dancer
Two cups, .223 my clip (Yeah, yeah)
[?] on the road [?]
Rockin' [?], and it's hard [?] pimp (Know we livin' lav—)
Clip long, so I walk with a limp
He small, yeah, that boy too shrimp
Tall guy, but he jump out the gym
Attitude, I'm not fuckin' with them
Pull a fuck nigga card like sim
Mob life, nigga, long live Trip
[?] know I come get his script
[?] nigga, thuggin' down that road
Shawty know when I go out of town, gold rose
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let's go
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go
Thousand dollar my shoes, they on (Oh yeah)
I went 'head with the Drac', I'm strong (Oh)
She wanted cash, yeah (Huh), I don't got no cash, yеah (Yeah, yeah)
He triеd to run this, yeah, yeah
Shawty a groupie, a bad, bad
Don't give a fuck if your ass fat (Say red)
Just seen a twenty off X, cap
Ain't got no drugs, I'm mad now (Drugs)
That boy got hit from Mack truck
Slammin' the door and get out the store
Reach for my pocket, ten on the floor
You fell in love with business bags, ho
Ninety degrees, I still got a coat
Watch how the pants [?]
That boy a fan, not gang, hello
We in the spot, no one tellin' me wrong
Rick Owen jacket, not rockin' VLONE (Red, red)
All of that pussy-ass shit, don't condone (Know we livin' lav—)
These niggas stay on my dick when I scroll Braided my dreads, I been in that mode (Dreads)
Said what I said, ain't switchin' no code (I'm not)
I got a bitch on my side, I ain't cold
Your bitch, she keep callin' me, leave me alone
[?] nigga, thuggin' down that road
Shawty know when I go out of town, gold rose
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
Started this shit and I'm finishin' it
Hot Glock, damn, I miss my stick
She got it, okay, trick this bitch
YVL on and I still throw a six (Y)
I don't even want this ho assist (Wow)
Pass that ho, I get me assist (Wow)
White girl still do truck yard shit (Wow)
Playin' with her nose, all the coke, she lit
Fake bloods, they outside of Atlanta
Fake mud, it's inside of Atlanta
Who is him? Boy, you not from Atlanta
I got two lives just like Hannah Montana
And she psyched out just like Molly Santana
Smokin' cigarettes, I don't care 'bout no matches
We gon' roll him, light that boy out the [?]
Put that pull up, then he turn to a dancer
Two cups, .223 my clip (Yeah, yeah)
[?] on the road [?]
Rockin' [?], and it's hard [?] pimp (Know we livin' lav—)
Clip long, so I walk with a limp
He small, yeah, that boy too shrimp
Tall guy, but he jump out the gym
Attitude, I'm not fuckin' with them
Pull a fuck nigga card like sim
Mob life, nigga, long live Trip
[?] know I come get his script
[?] nigga, thuggin' down that road
Shawty know when I go out of town, gold rose
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let's go
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go
