Can’t Call It lyrics

(HOOK): Y2
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Spend all it
sh*t I can’t fold it
She ain’t all that
We paying for it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it

(VERSE 1): Y2
Bands fallin n*gga we ain’t bring wallet
We ain’t stalling
We gon need all it
She ont throw it
We ain’t paying for it
Catch body n*gga
On ya head Saudi
Where da model b*tches
We ont need thottie
Throw a thilly n*gga
Whole gang Trilly
We on grizzy n*gga
You ain’t Neva busy
Drop sixty in this b*tch
Das fa Nipsey
Icy white we always look like scammers
Fam you cannot stand us
All deez band look like we live in concert
She like im a fan
We up international with my Taliban
You ain’t savage Facts
Drip on me like baptist target practice
Don’t cross me like catholic
Give no f*cks bout fashion
Gg racks for stashing
We ont procrastinate
All this gas dress code no cap
That b*tch know what’s happening
I just be thrashing her
f*ck her then lose her metabolism
Don’t watch me like television
I keep telling n*ggas
Nobody f*cking with that
We don’t need wallet for that
(HOOK): Y2
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Spend all it
sh*t I can’t fold it
She ain’t all that
We paying for it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call it
sh*t I can’t call it

(VERSE 2): Y2
We be to Gs what Versace is to BIG
Sauce she want lick
This one for ya rent
Ain’t nothing personal
Blew that sh*t like crip
Sit behind tint
Bruh
We don’t even camp
b*tch can’t tell me sh*t
This a horse no hemi
All in her mouth like dentist
No cap this sh*t ain’t fitted
Authentic
Why is you so offended
No preacher these are villains
Don’t get cha boy uplifted
Jump out the roof
Like kill YASELF again
b*tch nothing free
If you don’t f*ck the FAMN
You ain’t saying sh*t
Catch that di*k like cramp
Get these bills like Cosby
Proof in pudding
Push Porsche
She got horse and a stallion
Dead man all we know so them ghosts
Be around him
We don’t smoke with them
This sh*t loud
Yo sh*t lousy
She ain’t sad but always poke that sh*t out like she pouting