Can't Do That

We gon' get it poppin'

He be sendin' shots, but in reality he ain't stoppin' shit
Told me that I elevated, bitch, I ain't even started yet
Custie call me phone, he ask me, "Ayy, you got them boxes in?"
I told him, "Give me 20, I ain't far, I'm just around the bend"

Snapchat me them bands when you in the trap
If he playin' with funny money, I can't do that
Say he wanna break up, baby, I was tryna stack it up
And we be eatin' good, I flip that fetty with a spatula

Get my ass behind the wheel, I swear to God that I'ma whip it
We ain't in the same bracket, you only count double digits
He ain't tryna get a bag for real, it's sad he got a sickness
Musta thought I was a genie, baby, I ain't grantin' wishes

If I ever aim it up, I promise you I ain't gon' miss it
You let hoes fuck up the vision, you be suspect, I can't mix it
I could see him in the mirror, he get dusted when I'm dippin'
He was actin' like a bitch, and I can't see it any different

Four gram woods, go put that bitch up on the scale
I'm smokin' Gucci shit be gas, I light that shit up by the bail
Think I took too much, he said, "It's short", I told his ass, "Oh well"
All I know applyin' pressure, if they push up give 'em hell

They hate me 'cause a bitch gon' do it better how it's supposed to be
Quick to pull the trigger, bitch, I'm lethal like some mercury
Was taught to get the guap, this shit ain't come with no directory
Askin' questions couldn't tell you, I don't know, it's in my arteries

All that fake love shit be comedy, they tryna get next to me
I call my plug the God 'cause when I hit him he be blessin' me
Gave 'em water, they ain't drink it, that's yo' fault, it ain't my mess to clean
Choppa get to singin', love the sound when it spit melodies

My baby say he love me, stickin' to me like a felony
Play with me, no hesitation turn you into celery
Get stacks, invest 'em back, we up forever, that's my specialty
Keep back to backin' woods, bitch, I can't help it got a tendency