Can’t Show Me lyrics

Intro:
(JT on the track again)
Aye mane say, you know some sh*t I figured out folk?
Misery really do love company my n*gga
Cause I real life just be stayin’ to myself and coolin’ sh*t
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
And like, n*ggas, be tryna invade my space and sh*t my n*gga like
Mane say, why you can’t just cool it over there my n*gga?
Like let me stay in my zone, you feel me?
Aye but mane say, I’m finna gon’ and kill this sh*t though
Aye, yeah
Say let that bit, go like this, yeah

Chorus:
Aye, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, b*tch
And you know you a hoe, b*tch
And I know one thing, and I know you f*ckin’ know b*tch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my n*gga you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my n*gga you can’t show me

Verse 1:
Aye, aye
Step one, step two
n*gga, you can’t show me sh*t
Mane I’ma pull up with the stick
Then I’ma blow that b*tch and hit
My n*gga you must think I”m talkin’ ‘bout a Glock?
With that .4 .5
But I got this bazooka b*tch and you know I’ma show mine
And I’m about to go and hit that b*tch, about four times
I know that n*gga tried to snitch on me
You know bro lyin’
And she be wantin’ me to give attention, I pay no mind
I’m elemental like I’m avatar, I like bromine
I’m f*ckin’ two b*tches, at the same time, I like both minds
I f*cked her once, and then I f*cked her twice, I hit it both times
I’m drivin’ mad fast, up on the road cause I got road rage
I’m independent every f*ckin’ day cause that’s my domain
My people used to tell me mess with a girl that’s my own age
My n*gga I’m already in the book
So make yo’ own page
I got a f*ckin’ message on my phone, what my phone say?
I’m a solo dolo n*gga b*tch, know I got my own say, yeah
Chorus:
Yeah, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, b*tch
And you know you a hoe, b*tch
And I know one thing, and I know you f*ckin’ know b*tch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my n*gga you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my n*gga you can’t show me

Verse 2:
Aye, aye
Step three, step four
Mane, she finna throw some mo’
And I don’t even f*ckin’ know why you on the floor
Mane, what you tryna show?
And I’m gon’ hit that b*tch so good you know her pus*y finna blow
Say mane I hope it don’t explode
Aye, that lil’ b*tch so freaky mane I grabbed her by her throat
I hit her ass for twenty minutes then I had to f*ckin’ go
I’m f*ckin’ drivin’ in my whip my n*gga, had to hit the store
I bought myself a f*ckin’ gatorade and yes that bit was cold
And mane I took a f*ckin’ nap while I was sleep, now I’m awoke
And then the b*tch gon’ try to leave me
But she can’t because she roped
And you know I’m just f*ckin’ freestylin’
Won’t stop cause I’ma go
And you know I’ma keep on goin’ my n*gga because I’ma blow
And say mane, you know when I’m rappin’ n*gga, I just f*ckin’ flow
And then a n*gga get to dancin’ b*tch and I just hit the whoa
Aye say mane don’t you f*ckin’ do sh*t b*tch
You reapin’ what you sew
And then you know we f*ckin’ laughin’ and we joce n*gga, lets go
Chorus:
Yeah, I was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
And she want me to entertain, mane, but I can’t waste my time
And you must think I’m Gi-I-Joe, b*tch
And you know you a hoe, b*tch
And I know one thing, and I know you f*ckin’ know b*tch
Mane why do you think that you know me?
Yeah, my n*gga you don’t know me
And mane I find it funny how you tryna show me
Yeah, my n*gga you can’t show me
Yeah

Outro:
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)