Can’t Dress Me lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Lil Jairmy]
b*tch ain’t gon’ check me, can’t finesse me, can’t dress me, just sext me
Don’t be runnin' up when we be out in public, I ain’t with all that, just text me
All the young n*ggas lay you down for nothing, catch a murder route to impress me
I don’t take that much, gotta push a button, I’ll have ‘em slidin’ on you for the next week
Remember momma said not go outside, it’s a homicide on the next street
Don’t nobody care when a thug die, they’ll rather see a n*gga six feet
Dropped the number low and showin’ love now, "Why you do that, Jairmy?” ‘Cause the bricks cheap
I can peep game, see the b*tch sh*t
I can peep game, n*ggas ain’t street

[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
I ain’t switch sh*t, I’m the same me
I wanna make the money and it make me
I just hit a lick for some big sh*t
Made another go and cop a AP
I just hit her with the same gang I hit her friend with, and both gon' ate me
Rocking everything named brand, I just spent a band on a Louis plain T
Came in the game, I wasn’t playing, I was robbing, serving n*ggas on the same street
I been having racks since back then, helped me understand how a n*gga made me
Built a empire with my hands, helped me understand what a n*gga gave me
Really road runnin' for them bands, penitentiary chance, I ain’t let it phase me
Probably shoot a stylist in the head, lately, I been trippin’ on ‘em, goin’ crazy
Before anything, I’m a man, I’ma catch a murder 'fore a n*gga play with me
I was wildin’ 'fore I hit the can, granny sheddin’ tears ‘cause she couldn’t save me
I went back, now she can’t tame me
Good pus*y, it ain’t gon’ change me
[Chorus: Lil Jairmy & Lil Keed]
b*tch ain’t gon’ check me, can’t finesse me, can’t dress me, just sext me
Don’t be runnin' up when we be out in public, I ain’t with all that, just text me
All the young n*ggas lay you down for nothing, catch a murder route to impress me
I don’t take that much, gotta push a button, I’ll have ‘em slidin’ on you for the next week
Remember momma said not go outside, it’s a homicide on the next street
Don’t nobody care when a thug die, they’ll rather see a n*gga six feet
Dropped the number low and showin’ love now, "Why you do that, Jairmy?” ‘Cause the bricks cheap
I can peep game, see the b*tch sh*t (Yeah)
I can peep game, n*ggas ain’t street (Yeah, yeah, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Tell the n*gga, "Blick some' hit some'", bet a n*gga don’t play with Keed (Blick some', hit some')
Yeah, you know we took a n*gga right down (Right down), yeah, we drop him for the packs of lean (That's on big slime)
Rick Owens, Gucci socks, ripped jeans (Rick Owens), yeah, I mix it with the Celine (Pour)
Yeah, you know the trap spot bing, yeah n*gga dreaming ‘bout a hunnid million (Do-do)
n*ggas be acting like hoes
n*gga ain’t playin' with us, we give ‘em a show (Get 'em)
Yeah, I call Lil Jairmy, I need drank, lean, and some O's (My bro)
We take ‘em down, we want it goin’ up, so we don’t care how it goes (Woo)
Nah, the b*tch can’t dress me (Yeah)
A b*tch named Candy undressed me (Little boy)
Your main b*tch trynna caress me (Caress)
sh*t, I give her a sight to see
Yeah, that ho, she know I’m a dog (Yeah), yeah, she trynna fetch me (I'm with the-)
Yeah, know I want Cartier (Cart), I went and bussed down a buffet (Yeah)
I’m rocking Palm Angels, I’m feeling Godly (God)
I only cheat with my side piece (Ayy)
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Jairmy]
b*tch ain’t gon’ check me, can’t finesse me, can’t dress me, just sext me
Don’t be runnin' up when we be out in public, I ain’t with all that, just text me
All the young n*ggas lay you down for nothing, catch a murder route to impress me
I don’t take that much, gotta push a button, I’ll have ‘em slidin’ on you for the next week
Remember momma said not go outside, it’s a homicide on the next street
Don’t nobody care when a thug die, they’ll rather see a n*gga six feet
Dropped the number low and showin’ love now, "Why you do that, Jairmy?” ‘Cause the bricks cheap
I can peep game, see the b*tch sh*t
I can peep game, n*ggas ain’t street (Street)