Can’t Get Enough lyrics

[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

[Chorus]
I had to see sh*t for what is was
I used to like hoopin', but now I like hearin' my music inside of the club (Huh)
We spinnin', they can't get enough
And we ain't beefin' with no broke n*gga, can't reach in your pocket and show me a dub
We on that Keen, these n*ggas can't set up shop, we gon' rob you if we think you the plug
Young turnt n*gga, they knowin' what's up
J5 put the glizzy in your face, don't buck (Uh)
They tryna take me on a chase, but I ate they ass up in the new BM-dub
Four ridin' and spin out the GLE
Slidin' in a hotbox, 2023 (Uh)
I done did a lot of sh*t in the streets (On God)
These n*ggas ain't did nothin' to me, they just rappin'

[Verse]
Turnt young n*gga in real life, these other n*ggas just actin'
I see one of my opps broad day, get to clappin'
In an opp ho, and this motherf*cker smackin'
It sound like— whenever I'm beatin' her back
I'm havin' motion, tell the ho to relax
Bro grab my arm, tryna crank up a Scat
Young Crew, we got Atlanta on smash
The Zoe is not YC, stop sayin' that sh*t when he caught down bad
And I swear this sh*t makin' me mad
DG, I f*ck with L5 and lil' Black
I told him this smoke automatic, they probably had thought I was rappin' to rap
My opps so scared to get back
I'm in the AP, no I ain't droppin' my dot, n*ggas already know where I'm at
These n*ggas be scared, the only time he wanna slide when that pressure all up on his back
Don't play that sh*t, man, I heard he a rat
He cap in his raps, so that sh*t is wack
Have you ever seen like four young n*ggas hop out the b*tch spinnin' inside of a Track?
We the first ones to do it, opp n*ggas had they chance, but they know they blew it
They big homie locked up, all they do is diss, they careers ruined
I can really tell y'all how many n*ggas from they side done died, but I ain't gon' do it
I'm smart as hell, I graduated from the Hill, this ho must think I'm stupid
[Chorus]
I had to see sh*t for what is was
I used to like hoopin', but now I like hearin' my music inside of the club
We spinnin', they can't get enough
And we ain't beefin' with no broke n*gga, can't reach in your pocket and show me a dub
We on that Keen, these n*ggas can't set up shop, we gon' rob you if we think you the plug
Young turnt n*gga, they knowin' what's up
J5 put the glizzy in your face, don't buck, uh
They tryna take me on a chase, but I ate they ass up in the new BM-dub
Four ridin' and spin out the GLE (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Slidin' in a hotbox, 2023
I done did a lot of sh*t in the streets
These n*ggas ain't did nothin' to me, they just rappin'