Can't Say

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Don Toliver] No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on the alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high, above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy I got it all on film [Verse 1: Travis Scott] You gotta watch out where you rockin', shit get real Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby, she just wanna drill The vibes too wavy, it's too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go cause shit get real [Interlude: Don Toliver & Fat Pat] Uh-huh, yeah Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Oh, yea yeha (Pho-pop my trunk, dip-dip-dip-dip) Oh my [Chorus: Don Toliver] You can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you had it? I got it burning out I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to) Better watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy I got it all on film [Verse 2: Don Toliver] You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' You know I hit in the morning, oh yeah she yawning I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing Oh, didn’t I hit your cousin? Mhm, no-no discussion Sipping on lean, no Robitussin, oh yeah, I know you love me I beat it ain't no cuddling, you down bad, you suffering I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this Uh-huh, oh yeah, get to the cash, no layup Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia [Interlude: Fat Pat] Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk, dip-dip-dip-dip Swang-swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk, dip [Chorus: Travis Scott] No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on the alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high, above the rim You cop it live, boy I got it all on film