Can't Schleep
RTG
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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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