Kant You Tell

Intro Let me light blunt F*ck it, woo You know I do my shit, How I do my shit Man, like I'm You know You know when I do it, I do it Ain't no other nigga doing it like me Verse Five hour drive we go them bricks in this bitch Why you acting nervous, acting sickening n shit I ain't pulling over unless I got too go piss I ain't even got no service music tripping an shit I been pushing lil rental like I'm in an red eye Gotta risk it for the biscuit I'm a real brave good Went an bought an Rolex I ain't tryna save time Nigga never paid they dues So I went paid mines I'm a real boss Put my bros on No man left lone Hit the paint Grab the rebound Then, get yo shine on Go to sleep, get back to it No time to hold on Man up Stick to the strip and get yo roll on Damn I don't think shit ah never stop Told my play to hold on because I'm looking for clock If you go against the grain, ima treat like an opp Not trying too hit that pussy Bitch, just come up out that top I can make yo trap rock Sandwich bags and zip locks Its an couple ways to do it You aint gotta use an pot You aint gotta use a pot That shit crazy man Yeah, I told ya Uh, When I do what I do, I do it man Chorus This an og smell can't you tell Damn, Say you need an sleeve Hit you thru the mail I don't came thru and bless my clientele Damn, Man I do this shit for real It ain't come from if it ain't vacuum sealed (damn, who doing that bad like that) Who done tricked my clientele