Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Smooky MarGielaa - Can't Fall N Luv lyrics

Yeah, too much ice on me
Got a young nigga froze
Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but
They said they was my bros

All I really know is get
Them bands on the road
I'm just tryna fuck, can't fall
In love with no ho, yeah
Too much ice on me
It got a young nigga froze
I do what I want, I don't follow dress code
Uh, hop up out this 'Rari
Two tone AP on froze
All type designer on my body
Gucci head to toe
Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but
They said they was my bros
Pull up foreign, tinted windows
Can't see these bands I'm countin' on

Can't see these bands I'm countin' on
Fashion Nova jeans cover her thong
AP my wrist, honeycomb
I'm on the road, ain't comin' home
She thick as fuck, she got some thighs on her
Grab on her ass, put pliers on her
I fell in love with styrofoam
I was just fuckin' a redbone

Can you please stop blowin'
Up my phone? Girl, i'm way too busy
I just took this trip to Mexico, racks on me
Got plenty skrrt, watch me skrrt off in
This Ghost, new Bentley, ain't no renting
Too much money, I can't even
Fold, too much guap, it can't fold

All I really know is get
Them bands on the road
I'm just tryna fuck, can't fall
In love with no ho, yeah
Too much ice on me
It got a young nigga froze
I do what I want, I don't follow dress code
Uh, hop up out this 'Rari
Two tone AP on froze
All type designer on my body
Gucci head to toe
Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but
They said they was my bros
Pull up foreign, tinted windows
Can't see these bands I'm countin' on

Oh, counting bands, oh
Uh, young, I'm rich as fuck
Uh, in my Lam' truck
Uh, lil' boy can get jumped
Got the semi tucked if he run up
Uh, that boy out of luck
Big racks lift my bank up
Cares 'bout countin' up

Damn, shawty bad, and she thick as fuck
She dance, shakin' that ass
I just wanna fuck
I get in my bag, I just be countin' it up

All I really know is get
Them bands on the road
I'm just tryna fuck, can't fall
In love with no ho, yeah
Too much ice on me
It got a young nigga froze
I do what I want, I don't follow dress code
Uh, hop up out this 'Rari
Two tone AP on froze
All type designer on my body
Gucci head to toe
Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but
They said they was my bros
Pull up foreign, tinted windows
Can't see these bands I'm countin' on