i cannot ft. MURZIE Lyrics

You know what? The background noise will be cool for a little bit

Yeah

Uh-huh

Turn myself up

Too many bitches been hitting my line

I don't never text em back cause im fine

Smokin' this sherm I done thought bout a time

Where they ain't even know a nigga was present

Leave out the crib and I'm clutching my weapon

Play with a nigga then fuck it I'm stepping

Grandma be telling me hit up the reverend

I ain't been listening she say he he got a message

Prayed to the Lord I ain't get a response

I'm trying to put some baguettes on my arm

Fuck on a foreign don't care where she from

Fuck from the back, I done had my palms

I did the dash and they gave me a ticket

Brown with the white, every time I'ma mix it

Facing the precinct, they know my picture

Keep shit hot, fuck around, get a blister

She in the feelings, cause Nero don't miss her

Uh, sound like a personal issue, no

I cannot give you attention, no

I cannot come back and fix you, ho

Nero cannot give you what you want

Ain't no need to make it personal

My intentions weren't to hurt you, though

Personal preference, I want the smoke

I make it personal off the jokes

Animal cookies, I'm off the smoke

See, but I'm off the Henny

See, that's the VSOP

Yeah, temperature dropping, you know I'm a ski

You want me to serve him, I gave him a P

Can't work with a nigga 'less he pay the fee

If he wanna die, get put on a T

Find out he lied, can't put on for me

I had to die inside about a hundred damn times

Just to learn that people ain't for me

Shit, I'll be damed if I get caught slipping

See, the niggas try to do me dirt

When I step on shit, they play it like I'm trippin'

Niggas try to stain my pimpin'

Niggas try to taint my image

I was in church with a blick in my britches

I walk good and won't shit on my dishes

Can't take a shot, don't dish it

She in her feelings, cause Nero don't miss her

Sound like a personal issue, no

I cannot give you a tissue, no

I cannot come back and fix you, ho

Nero cannot give you what you want

Ain't no need to make it personal

My intentions weren't to hurt you, though

Personal preference, I want the smoke