LP Rambo, DD Caine - Can’t Go lyrics

Bitch! RRRollin!

I was down south like two days ago
Had to drop you off
'cause you just playin', hoe
Got a condo I use as a bando
Don't ask me where it's at
You know I'm laying low

Hopped out, she call me the man, woah!
Bitch! Thought you said I'd
Never be your man, hoe
You don't want the man, you want them bands
Hoe they tried to kill me but I can't go
Walked out your bitch's house
In my Polo boxerd
Why you tryna seem bad? You
Don't know no robbers
And them niggas bleed out like
They don't know no doctors
Carry racks in my hands
Like I don't own no pockets
And if 12 ever ask: I don't know nobody
And if 12 ask you: say
"6 didn't blow no rocket"
Blowing money all I want
I don't know nobody
You should really stop talking
You ain't hoe nobody
Damn, my wristwork diamond black
I ain't know about it
Why the fuck you on that block
If you don't know nobody?
Mama saw me with that gun
Said "Don't you go about it!"
I thank God
Police still don't even know about it

I was down south like two days ago
Had to drop you off
'cause you just playin', hoe
Got a condo I use as a bando
Don't ask me where it's at
You know I'm laying low

Hopped out, she call me the man, woah!
Bitch! Thought you said I'd
Never be your man, hoe
You don't want the man, you want them bands
Hoe they tried to kill me but I can't go

You got a skiddly, but your mans don’t
I don’t understand, hoe
Niggas talking loyalty, but it
Ain’t in they plans, no
No, I’m not your damn "bro", don’t
Reach out for my hand, hoe
Them maps on when you log in
You might get your whole camp smoked
Thought told you niggas: ain’t no tweeting
Only tweaking get too caught up in the zone
And you won’t see another weekend
Catch a trilogy of splittings
End up swissed while I be cheesing
Greeting brief, friends, I don’t need it
Sleazy, switch up like the seasons
Every 4 months niggas tweakin’ bringing
Beef like we ain’t feasting (pause)
Deceit lead to deceased, deplete obscenity
Delete em and his leader
Captain Feathersword
He bled out to his death? Of course
It wasn’t plaid
The blade changed his shirt from
Black to a checkerboard

I was down south like two days ago
Had to drop you off
'cause you just playin', hoe
Got a condo I use as a bando
Don't ask me where it's at
You know I'm laying low

Hopped out, she call me the man, woah!
Bitch! Thought you said I'd
Never be your man, hoe
You don't want the man, you want them bands
Hoe they tried to kill me but I can't go