Can’t Make It Up lyrics

[Verse 1: KT Foreign]
Got this Glock 23 and its evident
Slide thru, dont miss, tell em try again
Why i gotta keep this stick, cause thats how it is
Bands on me, that is fly, cause thats how I live
10 bands on his head, got the drop on em
Slide thru, get popped like its pop winner[?]
Heard them clowns speakin down, flex the guap on em
Sometimes your own n*ggas hate, it don't stop nothin
n*ggas swervin in my lane, get they lane gone
Last n*gga want smoke, now his chain gone
If you ain't slidin for the cause, what you made for?
n*ggas favorin they change, b*tch thats pray-to-go[?]
Aye. But its a lot of these n*ggas
XD hеat stick, pop on these n*ggas
Thuggin, gettin monеy, feel like Pac on these n*ggas
n*ggas plottin, I got shooters, stick mopped all these n*ggas
Gang

[Chorus: Sethii Schamctt]
Brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
Bunk b*tch, out my face, get yo paper up
If she slidin with that bag I'm finna scrape it up
Everything I rap, real chop, I can't make it up
And we getting money
Thats a fact b*tch, cash sh*t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh*t
f*ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh*t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b*tch
[Verse 2: GBo Lean]
I done got it after trappin my last b*tch
How you can't cap bruh, talkin cash sh*t
5-4-3-2-1, Im finna blast sh*t
The wrong one to test, leave yo body in a casket
Poof!
Make em dissapear
I know magic
Ain't no metal over here, we tote plastic
Leave that b*tch n*gga stretched, no elastic
Like airport, luggages be packin
All my whips come foreign, like KT
Am I spludgin? Thats a yes, no or maybe?
I lost wieght but I'm still heavy baby. Bold di*k in her guts, got her lazy
Tell a- tell a broke a b*tch get her paper up
No dreadlocks, [?]
Tell a broke a b*tch get her paper up
No dreadlocks, [?]

[Chorus: Sethii Schamctt]
Brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
Bunk b*tch, out my face, get yo paper up
If she slidin with that bag I'm finna scrape it up
Everything I rap, real chop, I can't make it up
And we getting money
Thats a fact b*tch, cash sh*t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh*t
f*ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh*t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b*tch
Brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
Bunk b*tch, out my face, get yo paper up
If she slidin with that bag I'm finna scrape it up
Everything I rap, real chop, I can't make it up
And we getting money, thats a fact b*tch
Cash sh*t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh*t
f*ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh*t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b*tch