CAN’T B ME SeptembersRich (Ft. Yeat)

[Intro: Yeat]
I couldn't be mad
I couldn't be mad
I couldn't be mad
Skai

[Verse 1: Yeat]
In that SRT, watch it sweep the streets
Ain't this shit for free, I got cash
Every beat, I spazz, I can't do no bad
Do no wrong
I just fucked that bitch, I'm pulling on her thong
Smokin' strong
When I'm in my zone, please leave me alone
Don't call my phone
Bitch, we high as hell
My lil bro been shipping them packs, I call the mail
I just mixed the tris up with the wock, feel like a snail
No I'm not Malcolm in the middle, I'm with two bitches that know me well
We got hundreds, we got hundreds, we got long money boy
Don't make me reach out to my brother and get you gone, lil boy
That's my own money boy, that's your home money boy
Counting bag after bag, so many racks, how could I be sad
How could I be sad when I got this shit on go?
How could I be sad when I'm on Oxy, bro?
How could I be mad when they stay tryna steal my flow?
How could I be mad when racks are sittin' on the floor?