Can't Say
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Ayy-ayy
Huh-huh, yeah
Yeah, ayy-ayy
Who do you text? Can't say (Uh)
Who is your ex? Can't say (Uh)
How much you make? Can't say (Uh)
Where do you stay? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Will you come through? Can't say (Uh)
What's your next move? Can't say (Uh)
Who do you love? Can't say (Uh)
Where is the plug? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
I'm feeling happy, do not make me mad again
Now that I'm single, my ex steady panickin'
Blowing up my phone, I ain't gonna answer it
Just leave me alone, I swear I'm not havin' it
I flew out a girl who I met in Los Angeles
Tinted my windows just so we can smash in it
Life is extravagant, this ain't an accident
Bitch, I deserve everythin' that is happenin' (Uh)
They know that I'm bossin' up, ayy
They know shit was sus enough, ayy
Can't nobody be like me, no
They be tryna be like me, woah
Fast life I'm feelin' the rush, ayy
I left you lames in the dust, ayy
Straight up, my life was a dub, ayy
Jonny, he just wrote a dutch, ayy
Sorry, I'm not feelin' 'em
I have sex three times a day, that's the minimum
I stand my ground, thought I was finna run
You boys not tough, y'all sweet like a cinnabon
I'm poppin', once I'm done gettin' some from your girl
I'm gon' duck, that's a hit and run
I got this, my time's finna come
Until then, I duck questions they pullin' up like–
Who do you text? Can't say (Uh)
Who is your ex? Can't say (Uh)
How much you make? Can't say (Uh)
Where do you stay? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Will you come through? Can't say (Uh)
What's your next move? Can't say (Uh)
Who do you love? Can't say (Uh)
Where is the plug? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, Can't say, can't say (Yeah)
I'm feelin' happy, do not make me mad again
I keep on movin' while you all stay stagnant
I'm hardly home because I'm always travellin'
But now I'm back again, tell me what's happenin'?
My life's too much, I don't know how to handle it
Sometimes I feel like I need me some cannabis
Damn it, I'm sad again, oh no, I'm ramblin'
You can't talk shit, little bitch, you're inadequate
I just do what the fuck I like
Thank you, but I don't need your advice
I elevate while you're watching me rise
I stay in my lane, bitch I know how to drive
You were talkin' shit, but we're not arrived
Don't try to backtrack and continue to lie
L-O-L bitch, I'm standin' here dyin'
You're too fake, two faced, make up your mind, pussy
I'ma make it big, like one day
Y'all gon' be mad like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
Hustling Sunday through Monday
I'm sane, I'm way too busy to complain
I'ma blow up like Pompeii
Your girl love me she would better come play
If you see me out in some way, I'ma ignore all the questions grubs say like–
Who you gon' text? Can't say (Uh)
Who is your ex? Can't say (Uh)
How much you make? Can't say (Uh)
Where do you stay? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Will you come through? Can't say (Uh)
What's your next move? Can't say (Uh)
Who do you love? Can't say (Uh)
Where is the plug? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Ayy-ayy
Huh-huh, yeah
Yeah, ayy-ayy
Who do you text? Can't say (Uh)
Who is your ex? Can't say (Uh)
How much you make? Can't say (Uh)
Where do you stay? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Will you come through? Can't say (Uh)
What's your next move? Can't say (Uh)
Who do you love? Can't say (Uh)
Where is the plug? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
I'm feeling happy, do not make me mad again
Now that I'm single, my ex steady panickin'
Blowing up my phone, I ain't gonna answer it
Just leave me alone, I swear I'm not havin' it
I flew out a girl who I met in Los Angeles
Tinted my windows just so we can smash in it
Life is extravagant, this ain't an accident
Bitch, I deserve everythin' that is happenin' (Uh)
They know that I'm bossin' up, ayy
They know shit was sus enough, ayy
Can't nobody be like me, no
They be tryna be like me, woah
Fast life I'm feelin' the rush, ayy
I left you lames in the dust, ayy
Straight up, my life was a dub, ayy
Jonny, he just wrote a dutch, ayy
Sorry, I'm not feelin' 'em
I have sex three times a day, that's the minimum
I stand my ground, thought I was finna run
You boys not tough, y'all sweet like a cinnabon
I'm poppin', once I'm done gettin' some from your girl
I'm gon' duck, that's a hit and run
I got this, my time's finna come
Until then, I duck questions they pullin' up like–
Who do you text? Can't say (Uh)
Who is your ex? Can't say (Uh)
How much you make? Can't say (Uh)
Where do you stay? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Will you come through? Can't say (Uh)
What's your next move? Can't say (Uh)
Who do you love? Can't say (Uh)
Where is the plug? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, Can't say, can't say (Yeah)
I'm feelin' happy, do not make me mad again
I keep on movin' while you all stay stagnant
I'm hardly home because I'm always travellin'
But now I'm back again, tell me what's happenin'?
My life's too much, I don't know how to handle it
Sometimes I feel like I need me some cannabis
Damn it, I'm sad again, oh no, I'm ramblin'
You can't talk shit, little bitch, you're inadequate
I just do what the fuck I like
Thank you, but I don't need your advice
I elevate while you're watching me rise
I stay in my lane, bitch I know how to drive
You were talkin' shit, but we're not arrived
Don't try to backtrack and continue to lie
L-O-L bitch, I'm standin' here dyin'
You're too fake, two faced, make up your mind, pussy
I'ma make it big, like one day
Y'all gon' be mad like Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
Hustling Sunday through Monday
I'm sane, I'm way too busy to complain
I'ma blow up like Pompeii
Your girl love me she would better come play
If you see me out in some way, I'ma ignore all the questions grubs say like–
Who you gon' text? Can't say (Uh)
Who is your ex? Can't say (Uh)
How much you make? Can't say (Uh)
Where do you stay? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
Will you come through? Can't say (Uh)
What's your next move? Can't say (Uh)
Who do you love? Can't say (Uh)
Where is the plug? Can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say (Uh)
Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say
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Writer(s): Jonathon Quiles
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