​cant lyrics

[Chorus]
I can't f*ck this thot, no I can't
I can't f*ck this thot, no I can't
I can't f*ck this thot, no I can't
No I can't
I might go to her crib, but I can't
I might glo on this b*tch, but I can't
I can't f*ck on this b*tch, no I can't

[Verse 1]
She suck then I dip with my mans
f*ck xans, finna cop me some new pants
I love Motorola phones in my hand
f*ck a SIM swap, 5 bars in my hand
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
He tryna claim a nat, yeah he is her mans
sh*t so sad, gotta get a bag
I can't f*ck that hoe because that hoe is a known slag
I know that she mad, call my lil sister come get dragged
Shooters walkin' down the street, yeah they need a bag
I can't cuff that thot, no, I can't cuff that thot, no

[Chorus]
I can't f*ck this thot, no I can't
I can't f*ck this thot, no I can't
I can't f*ck this thot, no I can't
No I can't
I might go to her crib, but I can't
I might glo on this b*tch, but I can't
[Verse 2]
Where's your mans? Put 'em in the pack in the air
I f*ck on this b*tch, it's not fair, 'cause I know her man jealous
White shooter named Ellis
Trap phone, ha, tell us