Can’t Fold pt. 3 [MASHUP] Jace! (​​​​iayze) (Ft. tana)

[Intro 1: Babysantana]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah

[Chorus 1: Babysantana]
I kick her out tell her bye, bye
She eat me up like some Popeyes
With my numbers feel like Nine9
Stay with my shooters stay with my guys
And i was always on the sideline
Now I'm with the gang scoring 9 nines
A-And my new shorty 5'5
And, i can't do no daps or no high fives
I-imma hit you on my iPhone
Tana you a next up I know
She crazy for me Psycho
Got shooters everywhere that I go
And i see yall wind up like a cyclone
4500 hunnid block that's my home
She want mе to come to her crib so we can еnd the night off on a high note

[Verse 1: BabySantana]
We gon' slime em' out (Blatt)
My shooter make you watch yo' mouth
H-he-he on the net talkin "Rara" so we finna' go see what this young boy about
And im feelin Reckless like Nana
I let my choppa spray and that ain't no doubt
And he be talkin out his mouth just for clout
Pull out my Glock and my bullets make em' shout
My money weigh a' whole lotta weight
My IG poppin probably cause these lil' boys gay
I feel like Uzi diamonds all on my face
Can't go to the streets I am not no disgrace
And BOA close when we run in chase
The ATM spitting out blue faces
And you really trippin go and tie up yo' laces
They be like "Santana boy you goin' places" (Yeah)