Can’t Relate lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy!
(Ayo, what's poppin', n*gga?)
(Paper Route Empire!)
Uh huh!
(Don't play wit' me, play wit' yo b*tch!)
It's Dolph!
(I can't relate to these n*ggas mane)
Ayy
Ayy, ayy!

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I just can't relate to these n*ggas mane (nah)
If his name ain't Dolph, then that n*gga lame (that n*gga lame)
Catch me in the Lamborghini (skrt) switchin' lanes (yuh)
Two-seater so it's just me and my hitta, mane
Dolph jumped off the porch, now he in a Porsche (yuh)
Flew a b*tch out to South Memphis but she from New York
She say, "Dolph?" (Huh?)
"I like how you be trappin'," (aye)
"And you look like the king in yo city" and I say, "Accurate"
(Facts)
I'm in a different bracket
Half a milli on my wrist, LV all on my baggage
Hear a lotta n*ggas talkin' like they 'bout it but they actin'
Coulda f*cked yo b*tch last night I just got head 'cause she was average (Damn)
I got pistols everywhere I go that's necessary
All this ice around my neck, call me 'Dolphebruary'
A n*gga claimin' he a shooter but he scary (b*tch!)
How you 'on be a gangsta but you still ain't popped yo cherry, n*gga? (uh huh!)
[Hook: Young Dolph & Lil Uzi Vert]
I don't understand why these n*ggas hate
Man, we get the same hours everyday
Man, it's crazy all this sh*t these n*ggas claim
They be lyin' through they teeth, these n*ggas lame
I be countin' up them hunnids everyday
These n*ggas broke and I just really can't relate
Gotta separate the real from the fake
These n*ggas pus*y and I really can't relate (yuh, oh, what, woah!)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
All of my hunnids look new, all of my money is blue
All of my n*ggas got tools, all of my n*ggas they shoot
Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-ooh!
Wait, huh?
Franck Muller so [?]
They keep hatin', but I still be shinin'
Just come take a look at my diamonds (yaah!)
Got a Ferrari (skrt)
My b*tch, she look like a Barbie
[?] and I'm sorry (ew)
We play around like Atari
Lie on my di*k, that's never
My b*tch like a 10 or 11
Some of these n*ggas be snakes
That's why I keep me a weapon
That metal blow just like bad weather
Bow, bow (huh?), bow, bow
My car got [?] n*gga what?
You hatin', I don't give a f*ck
'Cause my pockets always look buff
My pockets always look stuffed
That girl she suck me for lunch
I kick her 'round like a punt
I make a hunnid a day, count it all up in your face
All this water on my chain
Got me lookin' like I'm in a lake
I don't eat with you n*ggas, you eatin' that burger and I'm eatin' steak
Rock that off-white, but all your designer be fake (yaah!)
[Hook: Young Dolph]
I don't understand why these n*ggas hate
Man, we get the same hours everyday
Man, it's crazy all this sh*t these n*ggas claim
They be lyin' through they teeth, these n*ggas lame
I be countin' up them hunnids everyday
These n*ggas broke and I just really can't relate
Gotta separate the real from the fake
These n*ggas pus*y and I really can't relate (That n*gga a b*tch!)

[Outro: Young Dolph]
Ayee!
Aye, I'm really the king of South Memphis, n*gga
You can't relate
We really runnin' this money up, you can't relate
Y'all n*ggas really some b*tches
I can't relate
It's Dolph (Paper Route Empire)
These n*ggas really pus*y
I can't relate
You know, we really f*ck the check up, you know?
n*gga, we-we-we're real street n*ggas
I ain't never beef wit' a f*ckin' dyke, haha!
Shoutout Ho Gotti, you a b*tch!
Can't relate
Yeah
It's Dolph
Aye
Aye, aye!