Clavish and MoStack - Can't Style Me

(M1OnTheBeat)

Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun
You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub?
Jail call from my jail nig', 'cause he locked up
Couple man pissed off 'cause a nigga bossed up
Your B-A-D only on computer
When the pack lands, say "Hallelujah"
Girl, you can't style me, your man a loser (okay)

Yeah, you got a wap, but you're not a shooter
This wap make your friends and family suit up
I ain't got friends, just a couple real dargs
Free Teef, got a bird, but he kept it real calm
Louis V, honestly I wear that a lot
Not allowed in my hood, but I'm still on the block
When will I learn? When will it stop?
Got corn in the car but it's not on the cob
Ink on my skin, no regrets when I live
When I ride, I can do it with a cheffe or a stick
I can make a sweet one put pebs in her tits whenever I see bare feds on the strip
You ain't done it broad day, bait on the broadway
Off-White, done it bait, never caught a court case
Cats phone everyday 'cause the food gourmet
Could've got but my opps got poor aim
Your CV's blank, yo, I think it needs more names
Mr Kipling, think I need more cake
I'm cuttin' through the city with CK and Kirky
Feds see me, wanna search me
Push out with crash, cuh' you mad? Certi'
Put him in the back of the van, Percy
Throwback, yo, I been gang from early
You turned gang last week, nigga, that's nerdy
Diss me on a Tuesday, chef by the Thursday
My next nigga got a nigga chinged on his birthday
I got a jawn I only hit from behind
I recognise her back, but I don't know her face
You ain't ever got a nigga wet like a mermaid
Now he's got waitin', see what the nurse say
You ain't ever got a nigga wet like a mermaid
Now he's got waitin', see what the nurse say

Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun
You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub?
Jail call from my jail nig', 'cause he locked up
Couple man pissed off 'cause a nigga bossed up
Your B-A-D only on computer
When the pack lands, say "Hallelujah"
Girl, you can't style me, your man a loser

It's S-A-D that she's in my Uber
That was your girl, 'till she did manoeuvre
I'm a sweet criminal
I'm a shimy smooch her
We can't have a future, I move like Future
Don't call the line if it's not important
I got the bro on the right tryna cut more tings
My other bro on the left tryna chop more tings
I fucked my boy's ex when we stopped talkin'
I ain't gotta pay a dime, bro did it for free
Touch they tend stab wounds, minimum fee
I don't know who I think I am
I turf collabs from rappers that's bigger than me (hahaha)
Yo, get rich, gotta rack bands
Ayy, fuck them niggas 'cause they're poor like cat's hands
If I say my guys are broke, it's a damn prank
You know my niggas chop bricks like Japan
Get dust get gwalla
Gettin' rich is easy, but stayin' rich is harder
I pray I' never broke, InshaAllah
Gotta think like Sean Carter
Scribble out the opps with a marker
Ayy, how we end up beefin'? It started with a stare
You mess with the tengers, nah I wouldn't even dare
Now, I'll knock on your door like, "Is anybody there?"
I'ma blow out the place and kill anyone that there
'Cause man's original on my block, you already knew that
Walk through the block, I bet a youngin says, "Who's that?"
You know it's on sight when we pull him in a group chat
I ain't got no olders, who's that?
Grab me from my block, I'ma take the piss and move back (haha)
'Cause man's on a whole different planet
Me, I'm here coolin' with Clavish
Most of the gyal that I see speak Spanish (ah)

Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun
You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub?
Jail call from my jail nig', 'cause he locked up
Couple man pissed off 'cause a nigga bossed up
Your B-A-D only on computer
When the pack lands, say "Hallelujah"
Girl, you can't style me, your man a loser

Written by:
Cian Wright, Samuel Daley Montell

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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