Rod Wave - Can't Sleep lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Can't Sleep lyrics]
Rippa on the beat, bitch haha, look
Fresh out of the county
My plans had went left fresh out of court
The crackers want me on the shelf
But I'ma keep goin' until
It ain't nothin' left brand new cutter
Keep that buster shit to yourself
Lil' bro facin' murder
The crackers ain't got nothin'
'Cause if they had somethin'
He would've been gone
I'll see you when you get home
Tell 'em free Kareem, boy
I'll see you when you get home
Can't wait to be back to back
To back in them Benzos
No more bein' broke and it ain't
No more pork and mendos
'Member bitches put me in the friend-zone
But now I'm in the end-zone
Brand new cutie patootie tryna FaceTime
I don't know who's bitch, but she ain't mine
Heard through the grapevine
Niggas plottin' robbin', and tryna take mine
Brand new chopper, clip got some hangtime
Chris love to slang iron
ATR for life, get down or lay down
ATR for life, get down or
Okay, I'm fresh out of the
Bank with a 60K deposit
Tryna build my credit
These niggas buyin' watches
Niggas hatin' on a youngin
Boy you better watch it
'Fore I have your bitch on
An island goin' shoppin', gettin' massages
Fast life livin', man
Might not make it to see Christmas
But won't miss Thanksgiving
Addicted to chasing chickens
Ain't nothin' like these rappers, baby
I'm way different i hang around the OG's
They be 'round fake niggas
I hang 'round the jit's but we
Kick it like I ain't different
I hang 'round the jit's but we
Kick it like I ain't different
Big banana clips for all
Of that monkey business ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
Look, and I done grown impatient
Dreams come true, you gotta chase it
They don't give it to me, I'ma take it
Lord, I gotta make it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep
'Til then I can't sleep, whoa
Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa
They can't breathe
Lord knows they can't breathe, no
Look, and I done grown impatient
Dreams come true, you gotta chase it
They don't give it to me, I'ma take it
Lord, I gotta make it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep
'Til then I can't sleep, whoa
Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa
They can't breathe
Lord knows they can't breathe, no
Talkin' 'bout, yeah
Real bottom boy survivor, nigga
13-20-40, I got my shit
Out the motherfuckin' mud, nigga
Real shit, nigga
Fresh out of the county
My plans had went left fresh out of court
The crackers want me on the shelf
But I'ma keep goin' until
It ain't nothin' left brand new cutter
Keep that buster shit to yourself
Lil' bro facin' murder
The crackers ain't got nothin'
'Cause if they had somethin'
He would've been gone
I'll see you when you get home
Tell 'em free Kareem, boy
I'll see you when you get home
Can't wait to be back to back
To back in them Benzos
No more bein' broke and it ain't
No more pork and mendos
'Member bitches put me in the friend-zone
But now I'm in the end-zone
Brand new cutie patootie tryna FaceTime
I don't know who's bitch, but she ain't mine
Heard through the grapevine
Niggas plottin' robbin', and tryna take mine
Brand new chopper, clip got some hangtime
Chris love to slang iron
ATR for life, get down or lay down
ATR for life, get down or
Okay, I'm fresh out of the
Bank with a 60K deposit
Tryna build my credit
These niggas buyin' watches
Niggas hatin' on a youngin
Boy you better watch it
'Fore I have your bitch on
An island goin' shoppin', gettin' massages
Fast life livin', man
Might not make it to see Christmas
But won't miss Thanksgiving
Addicted to chasing chickens
Ain't nothin' like these rappers, baby
I'm way different i hang around the OG's
They be 'round fake niggas
I hang 'round the jit's but we
Kick it like I ain't different
I hang 'round the jit's but we
Kick it like I ain't different
Big banana clips for all
Of that monkey business ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
Look, and I done grown impatient
Dreams come true, you gotta chase it
They don't give it to me, I'ma take it
Lord, I gotta make it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep
'Til then I can't sleep, whoa
Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa
They can't breathe
Lord knows they can't breathe, no
Look, and I done grown impatient
Dreams come true, you gotta chase it
They don't give it to me, I'ma take it
Lord, I gotta make it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
Time comin' soon, I can taste it
I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep
'Til then I can't sleep, whoa
Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa
They can't breathe
Lord knows they can't breathe, no
Talkin' 'bout, yeah
Real bottom boy survivor, nigga
13-20-40, I got my shit
Out the motherfuckin' mud, nigga
Real shit, nigga