Can’t Make This Up lyrics

[Intro]
(CLDHRT)
(BandPlay)
Muney

[Verse 1]
I've been on myself, aye where the dice? I'm 'bout to break sh*t up
Dead like they sleep, but it's all cool, I'm 'bout to wake sh*t up
n*ggas think sh*t sweet until we sweep through, make them take sh*t up
'Dis ain't make believe, this sh*t for real, no I can't make this up
Big racks make them rake them up
Yeah, I'm rich but I still be with steppers, big boots, lace them up
Found out where you at, drop down with pencils, yeah erase some stuff
I'm with the gang, I don't f*ck with thesе n*ggas on some racist stuff
You know they don't like еmbracing us
They know we got racks for real, they know these boys can't f*ck with us
I go get sh*t touched for real, can't say too much, I hush that up
Killers on Cubans, I crushed them up
Feel my body up with plenty ice, my b*tch think I'm a cup
Poppin' my sh*t, my b*tch say I'm a sl*t
She think I got a few hoes in the cut, but the only thing I'ma put up is some bucks
Told the lil' b*tch "ain't no rapper", I'm really a pharmacracy, I really got rich off of drugs
Fly as a bumblebee, don't need to buzz
Girl, I'm a flower, I came out the mud
My pockets pregnant, don't you see the pudge?
Got this sh*t on, I'm not holding a grudge
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Ask the streets, they know what's up
No filter, ain't make sh*t up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Been had more straps than a stud
Been had more racks than your pub

[Verse 2]
Gossip 'bout a n*gga pockets, that's some sh*t I don't indulge
Why the f*ck we got to talk? We know these n*ggas broke as f*ck
We the ones ballin', they talkin' 'bout us
No, they can't stop us, they tryna adjust
All the bad b*tches want me for some nut
Ride it in manual, lil' mama clutch
Yeah, lil' mama she clutch with the nut, throw it back like a shot, she ain't throwin' sh*t up
She mad at you 'cause you blowin' her up, she lovin' me 'cause I'm goin' in her gut
Ain't tryna put no lil' b*tch in no cuffs, I want some millions, I don't want no hugs
I want some bodies, got racks for a judge, f*ck everybody who don't f*ck with us
For real, I don't f*ck with nobody (Hatin' ass, b*tch ass n*gga)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (CLDHRT) yeah, (BandPlay) yeah, yall ain't never made sh*t up