Couldn't, Wouldn't, Shouldn't Lyrics

You ain't next to me I still do shit I know I shouldn't

Yo' daddy hate me and I ain't gon' wish he wouldn't

Save the hood

They prolly' said I couldn't

I did shit that my mama warned me bout'

Just to put mama in Maybachs

My dawg pride wouldn't let me help him out

I wish he ain't have to stay back

They broke my heart all by word of mouth

I love ya' so why did you say that

He use to bathe in the Ajax

Now the Ferrari seats lay back

They tried to box me in when I had dreams but ain't did it yet

I don't come round' em' like "damn you don't get it yet?"

Bro hit me like "I'm desperate, why you ain't bigger yet?"

I told him that shit hard like tryna' quit cigarettes

Had to leave the cocoon before I was ready

Butterfly doors make the Urus look heavy

Bro served the rock like Hendrix like Seddy

The sauce had to sit like leftover spaghetti

It ain't that bad it could be worse

Left the hood with my life but my dawg on my shirt

Ignoring all bitches I'm putting in work

Ain't sacrifice to jam my hand in a skirt

It's so cold so cold so cold

When they plan is to leave you alone

But pain made lanes put my feet in a home

To get to my crib gotta' get you a drone

Throw up what done made ya' then meet on the West end

Ran up two million one for me one for my best friend

Bro was living fast but ain't never check the engine

He kept speeding down that road wish I woulda' caught him before that dead end

You ain't next to me I still do shit I know I shouldn't

Yo' daddy hate me and I ain't gon' wish he wouldn't

Save the hood

They prolly' said I couldn't

I did shit that my mama warned me bout'

Just to put mama in Maybachs

My dawg pride wouldn't let me help him out

I wish he ain't have to stay back

They broke my heart all by word of mouth

I love ya' so why did you say that

He use to bathe in the Ajax

Now the Ferrari seats lay back

Gimme real effort like this yo' last chance

Need all my flowers before my last dance

Went and got racks worked on my backhand

Played thirty five minutes coach put me back in

I ain't had no big homie, investor, or cousin

Broke a few hearts tryna' get to this money

Bro my lil' brother I'm Mitch and he Sonny

They hit lil bro up he was ready I wasn't

Don't put yo' purpose in no bitch demanding purses

He wasn't working I said I love ya' but ya' worthless

Come meet me in this weather depends can you take pressure

Bro rock gloves like he a catcher with a clip too long to measure

This money pretty Ari Fletcher the whip SS like pairs of Skechers

Outside like fuck a lecture bro was serving basers Chester

(Ima' show you how great I am)

Yes sir

Real shit

Real love

Real bitch

God's gift

Mil tick

Real pain

Still rich