I Can't ft. Big Spazz Lyrics

I'm finna change the game, bitch I'm feelin' like Lamar no you can't stop the rain

I can't trust no hoe, who don't bring the pain

I got motion in my blood, bitch, we don't bleed

VVS's bustin' on my neck, bitch, go check the grain

Only got exotic in the leaf, yeah, bitch, this candy cane

I'm just tryna ball out on these niggas like I'm Mr. James

I can't wife no eater, they just want the fame

I can't smoke that za, it ain't 91

Bitch, you really posted' with the king, but I ain't tiny son

304, bitch, tote a 22, yeah, its a tiny gun

Fuck a plain jane , right now I want the shiny one

Fuck a plain jane, right now I need my glistening

Kyng C walk up in the room with hella motion, bet your bitch listen

Bitch, I'm posted' in the ocean with the sharks, got me big fishin

They like, how these niggas got all of this motion, got them sick wishing

I won't sip that cup if it aint mud in it

Put some red up in my cup, it almost look like it got blood in

Bitch, with cream, soda pop, bitch, I had to put some suds in

Bitch, you know I love my shit knocking had too put some subs in it

I can't stop my niggas, yeah, they hella reckless

I can't keep up with my jewelry , I got hella necklace

I can't stop having motion, this shit hella stressing

I won't wife no smut, bitch, I'm to the next one

I'm finna change the game, bitch I'm feelin' like Lamar no you can't stop the rain

I can't trust no hoe, who don't bring the pain

I got motion in my blood, bitch, we don't bleed the same

VVS's bustin' on my neck, bitch, go check the grain

Only got exotic in the leaf, yeah, bitch, this candy cane

I'm just tryna ball out on these niggas like I'm Mr. James

I can't wife no eater, they just want the fame

Now you steppin' with that hopper we pop out 7-6-2

C gon' lash, for lookin' funny, here come Spazz to follow through

And we don't beef on internet, cause we put niggas on the news

I catch you hoppin' off that porch, you better fasten up your shoe

And for the rappers, whistle buttons on the back, dem glitches, boom

Might get to Fah Fah Fah, go and hock you out your shoes

I graduated ain't go to college cuz' niggas don't follow rules

I need a bitch that hella nasty , type that's naughty , thats hella rude

I'm finna change the game

Bitch, I'm feelin' like Lamar, now you can't stop the rain

I can't trust no hoe, who don't bring the pain

I got motion in my blood, bitch, we don't bleed the same

VVS's bustin' on my neck, bitch, go check the grain

Only got exotic in the leaf, yeah, bitch, this candy cane

Yeah, I'm just tryna ball out on these niggas like I'm Mr. James

I can't wife no water, they just want the fame