CAN'T SAY

Travis Scott

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[Chorus: Travis Scott & Don Toliver] No, you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on? I had to burn, I left "skrrt" marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film [Verse 1: Travis Scott] You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby, she just wanna drill The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real [Interlude: Don Toliver & Fat Pat] Uh-huh, yeah Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Oh, yeah Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip Oh my [Chorus: Don Toliver] You can't say if I'm mad or nah Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it burnin' out? I let it burn, "skrrt" that mark, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Gotta watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film [Verse 2: Don Toliver] You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' You know I hit in the mornin', oh, yeah, she yawnin' I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothin' Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion Sippin' on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me I beat it, ain't no cuddlin', you down bad, you sufferin' I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia [Interlude: Fat Pat] Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop, pop my trunk, dip [Chorus: Travis Scott] No, you can't say if I'm mad or not Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on? I had to burn, I left "skrrt" marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film