​can’t fold, pt. 3 (2024) Jace! (​​​​iayze)

[Intro]
(Desire)
(James, shut the fuck up)

[Verse]
Gettin' him gone, choppa on me gon' get him gone (Shut the fuck up)
Smokin' loud, that's my cologne
Shoot that opp, he gettin' low

[Chorus]
I went up, and you went low
And I told you I was finna blow
And I bet you wish you took that bag, I already know I'm finna go
Okay, yeah, she wanna tote my pole, yeah
We let them bitches go, yeah
Me and Rino on the phone, yeah
She say I'm too cold, yeah
Four bands on the coat, yeah
That's a Moncler coat, yeah
Yeah, we know he finna fold, yeah
Baby, I can't fold, yeah
And you know how it go, yеah
I told the lil' bit', "Woah, there"
I'm finna bring 'еm more hell
Go off on a bitch like, "Oh, well"
I know they hatin' Jace
Gon' hit my dope, they singin' Jace
They just want me out the way
They just wanna rap they lives like, "Blah, blah, blah"
Laugh in the bank like, "Ha, ha, ha"
I got my Glock in case he try to rob
G19 gonna do that job