Lady XO - Can't Do That lyrics
Lady XO [Chicago, Illinois. U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lady XO - Can't Do That lyrics]
We gon' get it poppin'
He be sending shots, but in reality
He ain't stoppin shit
Told me that I elevated bitch
I ain't even started yet
Custie call me phone, he ask me: "Ay
You got them boxes in"
I told him: "Give me twenty", I ain't far
I'm just around the bend
Snapchat me them bands when you in the trap
If he playin with funny money
I can't do that say he wanna break up baby
I was tryna stack it up
And we be eatin' good
I flip that fetty with a spatula
Get my ass behind the wheel
I swear to God that ima whip it
We ain't in the same bracket
You only count double digit's
He ain't tryna get a bag for real
It's sad he got a sickness
Must of thought, I was a genie, baby
I ain't grantin wishes if I ever aim it up
I promise you I ain't gon miss it
You let hoes fuck up the vision
You be suspect I can't mix it
I could see him in the mirror
He get dusted when I'm dippin
He was actin like a bitch and
I can't see it any different
Four gram woods
Go put that bitch up on the scale
Smokin' Gucci, shit be gas
I light that shit up by the bail
Think I took too much, he said:
"It's short" I told his ass, oh well
All I know applyin' pressure
If they push up, give 'em hell
They hate me cuz a bitch gon' do it better
How it's supposed to be
Quick to pull the trigger, bitch
I'm lethal like some mercury
Was taught to get the guap
This shit ain't come with no directory
Askin' questions couldn't tell you
I don't know it's in my arteries
All that fake love shit be comedy
They tryna get next to me
I call my plug the God cuz when
I hit him he be blessin' me
Gave em water, they ain't drink
It, that's your fault
It ain't my mess to clean
Choppa get to singin' love the
Sound when it spit melodies
My baby say he love me
Stickin' to me like a felony
Play with me, no hesitation
Turn you into celery
Get stacks invest 'em back, we up forever
That's my specialty
Keep back to backin' woods, bitch
I can't help it got a tendency
He be sending shots, but in reality
He ain't stoppin shit
Told me that I elevated bitch
I ain't even started yet
Custie call me phone, he ask me: "Ay
You got them boxes in"
I told him: "Give me twenty", I ain't far
I'm just around the bend
Snapchat me them bands when you in the trap
If he playin with funny money
I can't do that say he wanna break up baby
I was tryna stack it up
And we be eatin' good
I flip that fetty with a spatula
Get my ass behind the wheel
I swear to God that ima whip it
We ain't in the same bracket
You only count double digit's
He ain't tryna get a bag for real
It's sad he got a sickness
Must of thought, I was a genie, baby
I ain't grantin wishes if I ever aim it up
I promise you I ain't gon miss it
You let hoes fuck up the vision
You be suspect I can't mix it
I could see him in the mirror
He get dusted when I'm dippin
He was actin like a bitch and
I can't see it any different
Four gram woods
Go put that bitch up on the scale
Smokin' Gucci, shit be gas
I light that shit up by the bail
Think I took too much, he said:
"It's short" I told his ass, oh well
All I know applyin' pressure
If they push up, give 'em hell
They hate me cuz a bitch gon' do it better
How it's supposed to be
Quick to pull the trigger, bitch
I'm lethal like some mercury
Was taught to get the guap
This shit ain't come with no directory
Askin' questions couldn't tell you
I don't know it's in my arteries
All that fake love shit be comedy
They tryna get next to me
I call my plug the God cuz when
I hit him he be blessin' me
Gave em water, they ain't drink
It, that's your fault
It ain't my mess to clean
Choppa get to singin' love the
Sound when it spit melodies
My baby say he love me
Stickin' to me like a felony
Play with me, no hesitation
Turn you into celery
Get stacks invest 'em back, we up forever
That's my specialty
Keep back to backin' woods, bitch
I can't help it got a tendency