Can't Schleep

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(Ah)
Baby I can't lie I seen some krazy shit up in my sleep
Yea and I been on my grind I been making money all week
Yea and I'm just getting so high I been smoking top shelf weed
And no I'm not no fucking sheep (Ah)
I'm just being me
Don't make me stomp ya out with fucking cleats
Bad bitch under my sheets
Then I pass her to the team
I walk in this bitch rocking some Margiela yea I got paint on my fucking feet
I walk in the bank go straight to the teller it's gon' be a minute got to take a seat
I pull out my phone I'm calling my jeweler I need me some diamonds that wet like sink
Ima take ecstasy
Yea no wonder I can't sleep
No wonder I can't sleep
No wonder I can't schleep
No wonder I can't schleep
No wonder I can't schleep (No wonder, no wonder)
I'm in the trap counting fucking green
And I got a lil' green beam
Eating some steak with some green beans
And I'm off that molly pop another bean
If I hop on yo' song Ima kill the feat (Yea)
No I can't be defeated
Yes I'm on fire feel the heat
Yea and I know they want to see me dead (Skrrr)
I'm on my way to the top lil' bitch
What I started you know Ima finish it
Yea and Ima do this 'till I die lil' bitch
My all, that's what I'm giving it
Yea and I think I got too high, this lil' perky I took it's caving in
I just been counting Ben Franklin
F*ck with my money lil' bitch you gon' break a limb
Rick Owens boot, it's not a Timb
And I'm moving some weight but I'm not at the gym
Yes I started this shit, it's not the end
No I'm not gon' fold, I'm not gon' bend
If you not my homie you can be my friend
We can hop in the whip we can skirt in the Benz
And we making some money we counting them bands
I'm so high I fucking ascend
F*ck that lil' pope I don't care about sin
We got the drugs, got to let us in
RTG bitch I represent
And I'd still be high if I was president
(I'm still gon' change the world lil' bitch I know that we won't fall)
No I ain't no fucking sheep (Yea)
I'm just being me (Me)
Don't make me stomp ya out with fucking cleats (Cleats)
Bad bitch under my sheets (Sheets)
Then I pass her to the team (Team)
I walk in this bitch rocking some Margiela yea I got paint splatter on my feet
And I walk in the bank go straight to the teller it's gon' be a minute
Got to take a seat
And I pull out my phone I'm calling my jeweler
I need me some diamonds that wet like sink (Yea)
Ima take ecstasy
Yea no wonder I can't schleep
No wonder I can't sleep
No wonder I can't sleep
No wonder I can't schleep
No wonder I can't schleep
No wonder I can't schleep
No wonder I can't schleep (No wonder, no wonder)

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Written by: Aiden Paine

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