Can't Do That

We gon' get it poppin' He be sending 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: "Ay You got them boxes in" I told him: "Give me twenty", 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 ima whip it We ain't in the same bracket You only count double digit's He ain't tryna get a bag for real It's sad he got a sickness Must of 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 f*ck 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 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 cuz 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 cuz when I hit him he be blessin' me Gave em water, they ain't drink It, that's your 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