Can't Do It

Lyrics

Ya (cmg)
 This mixtape here
 It's strictly for the fans (yogottimusic.com)
 Trust me!
 I want my album to drop more than you
 Call the fucking label and ask them what happening
 Dear world, fuck it
 Truly yours!
 King
 I'm on my grown man flow band up flow,
 Nigga I jus brought a phantom off the showroom floor
 See these niggas subtweeting, but his fans don't know
 He's a pussy and I expose this nigga I said a hoe
 In the streets niggas look up to gotti and I understand why
 Ain't on this slick shit nigga, I see eye to eye
 Runnin around, talking down, playing games, nigga die
 Young niggas in the clip, black nines, nothing but fire!
 (ay let the beat sing to em)
 Look, my brother back in jail, my songs leaking out
 Little rappers playing with me
 I'm trying to stop from clicking out
 Did a show in Alabama, guess my strap was sticking out
 Security to try the arrest nigga, but instead they kicked me out
 I've been going through a lot of shit, fucking with this model bitch
 Baby momma left a nigga and now it hard to see the kids
 Record label can't get it right, they pushed the date back
 Ross hit a nigga up try to put me on mayback
 Tip hit a nigga up trying to give me grand hustle
 All these niggas are my niggas and I respect the hustlers
 Some of these niggas like my brothers
 They've been real since day one
 Realest nigga in it, I've been real since day one
 And a nigga keep sayin I'm one song away
 Fuck that, I'm 5 million dollars strong today!
 See when You heard me doing that money machine shit, nigga
 That mean I got that mother fuck'n sack bro
 Nigga I make M's nigga
 You know what I'm talkin about
 I show these niggas how to do this shit I'm the blue print nigga
 Show these niggas how to make these millions, nigga
 And I ain't drop shit but a nigga bitch off.
 You know what I'm talkin about
 I'm in a two door coup
 With a see through roof
 And the a dope boy roll and a glock 9 too
 Red bitch on the passenger, she semi cute
 But her head some serious, so you know what it do
 When I say I love my niggers, that mean I love my niggers
 Yeah, I rap for living, but I gotta plug for my niggers
 I talk cocaine, cause I know cocaine
 Ain't on that criss cross shit
 I'm trying to stay in my lane.
 Say I rap like I trap, I gotta stay on my game
 I'm strapped 24/7 I got to stay on my aim
 They say Keep it real gotti I say I been doing that
 They say the niggers are white, I say influence that
 I'm on my li-li-liter shit niggas following the kid
 But I ain't fucked up with it
 The streets know what it is
 (I'm on my li-li-liter shit niggas following the kid)
 (but I ain't fucked up with it)
 (the streets know what it is)
 My little homies keep telling me to smash on em
 Met a bad bitch and I spend a little cash on her
 Cope a new whip so I left the paper tags on it
 Got a couple checks but I really hate to brag on it
 Catch me in the club, Luis shoe, Louis rag on em
 Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swagg on em
 Zilla up next and I bet the pad on em
 Soon as he said the name Cmg drop the bag on em
 I mean you know shit crazy
 Cuz like the other night a nigga was in atlanta
 We fucking around on the internet
 And we see a moherfucking itunes ad
 Like yo gotti Jan. 10th
 I mean shit counted thru me for a loop
 Cuz I didn't know nothing about it
 And its like dec. 23
 I'm a real nigga 1st, get money 2nd
 Break bread with my niggas, we like family so respect it
 Bad blood in the camp and nigga feel neglected
 I try to work it out before it get all hecked
 But if its about a bitch, just know I don't respect it
 And if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie
 I say if you talking foul I hope its ain't in my direction homie
 Ay see
 I believe nigga got a problem they handle it
 You don't talk, you don't tweet
 If its all good its all good
 Know what I'm talkin about
 I'm from the city of the murders
 Were industry niggas ain't never heard of us
 They be like who the fuck is gotti, nigga google me
 Oh I'm a fuck nigga, that shit must be new to me
 I'm damn near 30 and a nigga ain't done shit to me
 Put your hands on a real nigga then its 1st degree
 Get it (pow)
 Hit it (pow)
 Split it
 Thats all my niggas do is murk some
 I'm trying to hurt some
 Mego got a 18 wheeler, he trying to work some
 That bitch bad as hell, she trying to twerk some
 I'm give that bitch back to you cause she worst-some
 I'm out
 C-M-G
 I'm king

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Duration
02:48
Key
8
Tempo
151 BPM

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