[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
My lil niggas, them always on go, they never on pause
I know some niggas committed some murders, ain't none of them solved
Niggas be talking, be acting like bitches, I call 'em RuPaul
I got some bitches I fuck time to time, don't love em at all
Having my feelings involved, that's something I can't do
Get the pussy no cap, that's something I can't do
Leave the house without the strap, that's something I can't do
Nah, I just can't do it
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I just can't be broke
You gotta have type of hustle 'bout yourself, fuck my P.O
I'm sippin' plenty lean and smokin' propane, that's that good smoke
(That's that good gas, nigga, what you is?)
Just a hood nigga with money
I'm in a foreign whip riding dirty, it got bogus tags on it
College bitch with me can't suck dick, really all she do is gag on it
Fucked around and got a ratchet bitch pregnant, I hit her raw man
Fresh out the bando, eighty thou, it can't fit in these Balmains
(Can't fit in my jeans)
C-Bo told me stack it up and go hard on these niggas and hating hoes
When you in the streets you can't leave that strap, that's a part of your wardrobe
And I rock expensive attire
After she fuck she fired
These hoes be slicker than niggas
Can't love 'em, these bitches be liars
I be around murderers (What they do?)
They shooting like Manu (Ginobli)
Just keep your mouth close homie, snitching?
That's something you can't do (don't break the code)
My lil niggas, them always on go, they never on pause
I know some niggas committed some murders, ain't none of them solved
Niggas be talking, be acting like bitches, I call 'em RuPaul
I got some bitches I fuck time to time, don't love em at all
Having my feelings involved, that's something I can't do
Get the pussy no cap, that's something I can't do
Leave the house without the strap, that's something I can't do
Nah, I just can't do it
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I just can't be broke
You gotta have type of hustle 'bout yourself, fuck my P.O
I'm sippin' plenty lean and smokin' propane, that's that good smoke
(That's that good gas, nigga, what you is?)
Just a hood nigga with money
I'm in a foreign whip riding dirty, it got bogus tags on it
College bitch with me can't suck dick, really all she do is gag on it
Fucked around and got a ratchet bitch pregnant, I hit her raw man
Fresh out the bando, eighty thou, it can't fit in these Balmains
(Can't fit in my jeans)
C-Bo told me stack it up and go hard on these niggas and hating hoes
When you in the streets you can't leave that strap, that's a part of your wardrobe
And I rock expensive attire
After she fuck she fired
These hoes be slicker than niggas
Can't love 'em, these bitches be liars
I be around murderers (What they do?)
They shooting like Manu (Ginobli)
Just keep your mouth close homie, snitching?
That's something you can't do (don't break the code)
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