Can’t Show Me YB Curtis

Intro:
(JT on the track again)
Aye mane say, you know some shit I figured out folk?
Misery really do love company my nigga
Cause I real life just be stayin’ to myself and coolin’ shit
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
And like, niggas, be tryna invade my space and shit my nigga like
Mane say, why you can’t just cool it over there my nigga?
Like let me stay in my zone, you feel me?
Aye but mane say, I’m finna gon’ and kill this shit though
Aye, yeah
Say let that bit, go like this, yeah

Chorus:
Aye, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, bitch
And you know you a hoe, bitch
And I know one thing, and I know you fuckin’ know bitch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my nigga you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my nigga you can’t show me

Verse 1:
Aye, aye
Step one, step two
Nigga, you can’t show me shit
Mane I’ma pull up with the stick
Then I’ma blow that bitch and hit
My nigga you must think I”m talkin’ ‘bout a Glock?
With that .4 .5
But I got this bazooka bitch and you know I’ma show mine
And I’m about to go and hit that bitch, about four times
I know that nigga tried to snitch on me
You know bro lyin’
And she be wantin’ me to give attention, I pay no mind
I’m elemental like I’m avatar, I like bromine
I’m fuckin’ two bitches, at the same time, I like both minds
I fucked her once, and then I fucked her twice, I hit it both times
I’m drivin’ mad fast, up on the road cause I got road rage
I’m independent every fuckin’ day cause that’s my domain
My people used to tell me mess with a girl that’s my own age
My nigga I’m already in the book
So make yo’ own page
I got a fuckin’ message on my phone, what my phone say?
I’m a solo dolo nigga bitch, know I got my own say, yeah