Uh, I can't go like that Writer(s): LIL DURK, JOHNSON ADRIAN SCOTT<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.comCant Go Like That Lyrics
No, uh, ah, uh, no, I can't go like that
No, I can't go like that
I can't go like that
Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters
For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you
Nigga like me, I can't go like that
Nigga like me, I can't go like
that
Thousand-dollar shoes that I put on my feet
These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets
These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap
Everyday not everday, my little niggas'll rob you
Playin' both sides then you get hit with that chopper
All these niggas claimin' that they really in the field
Where I'm from in the field, you gettin'
killed
Put ten on a lawyer on the first
I'ma make that money back on a verse
Bitches last, money second, family first (OTF)
Act a ass in that Jag', I'm the worst
And I'm like Tony in my city
Put drug money way before these bitches
Same niggas cookin' chickens turnin' it to pigeons
If I wife a bitch, man, she better be a rider
Cause the
feds watchin', buildin' cases, got us tied up
For a couple bricks'll get you hit or get you tied up
Only the family in my eyes, you can't divide us
Got some old heads tellin' me right
You say I'm snitchin', you just gamblin' with your life
No baseball, my hitters goin' to strike
The D-lab open all night
Friends, I don't do that shit
But my brother, my squad, they goin'
to own that bitch
I'm gettin' money, that mean my niggas rich
Still on the block, that mean I'm nigga rich
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Uh, I can't go like that Writer(s): LIL DURK, JOHNSON ADRIAN SCOTT<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.comCan't Go Like That Lyrics
No, uh, ah, uh, no, I can't go like that
No, I can't go like that
I can't go like that
Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters
For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you
Nigga like me, I can't go like that
Nigga like me, I can't go like
that
Thousand-dollar shoes that I put on my feet
These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets
These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap
Everyday not everday, my little niggas'll rob you
Playin' both sides then you get hit with that chopper
All these niggas claimin' that they really in the field
Where I'm from in the field, you gettin'
killed
Put ten on a lawyer on the first
I'ma make that money back on a verse
Bitches last, money second, family first (OTF)
Act a ass in that Jag', I'm the worst
And I'm like Tony in my city
Put drug money way before these bitches
Same niggas cookin' chickens turnin' it to pigeons
If I wife a bitch, man, she better be a rider
Cause the
feds watchin', buildin' cases, got us tied up
For a couple bricks'll get you hit or get you tied up
Only the family in my eyes, you can't divide us
Got some old heads tellin' me right
You say I'm snitchin', you just gamblin' with your life
No baseball, my hitters goin' to strike
The D-lab open all night
Friends, I don't do that shit
But my brother, my squad, they goin'
to own that bitch
I'm gettin' money, that mean my niggas rich
Still on the block, that mean I'm nigga rich
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