Istherealtruth - But I Can

I ain't gotta rap to stack but I can
I ain gotta work da trap but I can
Ain't no squares in my circle that's ya man
Stay smoke and sucker free that's the plan

I ain't gotta rap to stack but I can
I ain gotta work da trap but I can
Ain't no squares in my circle that's ya man
Stay smoke and sucka free that's the plan

Loose trap can get you clapped I ain talkin hands
See my phone to my face I'm talkin bands
Shoot my shot now I got her makin plans
Sending nudes to my phone baby damn
Tell the dj run it back this the jam
Turn the volume up a notch let it wham
Shorty told me keep pounding like I'm Cam
Got her legs up like the doors on a lam

I don't throw no cash in the strip club
I dont even do the strip club
I don't even do no clubs
Stay on my grind like c struggs
Same niggas and same hoes
Same stack and same clothes
All I know is stay ten toes
If they playing witcha bust mangos

See I dont want no smoke but I can
Tell em please don't let that shit hit the fan
When I caught him in the streets yeah he ran
He wasn't on no real shit he was playing

I ain't gotta rap to stack but I can
I ain gotta work da trap but I can
Ain't no squares in my circle that's ya man
Stay smoke and sucker free that's the plan

I ain't gotta rap to stack but I can
I ain gotta work da trap but I can
Ain't no squares in my circle that's ya man
Stay smoke and sucka free that's the plan

I ain gotta have a shooter I'm the man
I ain gotta blow no smoke or pop a xan
You be sayin you a fan but you a stan
Run up on me get slapped open hand
I give respect so imma get it that's the plan
You go do what when you see me fuck you saying
I dont take you niggas serious boy stop playing
Don't want smoke but I will give it have you laying

I don't throw no cash in the strip club
I dont even do the strip club
I don't even do no clubs
Stay on my grind like c struggs
Same niggas and same hoes
Same stack and same clothes
All I know is stay ten toes
If they playin witcha bust mangos

See I dont want no smoke but I can
Tell em please don't let that shit hit the fan
When I caught him in the streets yeah he ran
He wasn't on no real shit he was playing

Written by:
Istherealtruth

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