can't fold - sublimits lyrics
[verse 1]
just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t fold
just*just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t fold
just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t*
just like my*just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t fold
known fact we havin’ motion, i don’t even gotta boast
why you flexin’ pretty money, and i spent that on some clothes
i’mma call that boy z, ‘cause i left him with some holes
and you n*ggas are some jokes, i’mma call yo’ ass a jester
f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a chester
f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a che*
f*ckin’ with them*f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a ch*
f*ckin’ with them*f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a chester
i’mma take him down if i find out that he flexin’
n*gga talking down, now he boutta learn a lesson
i’mma teach him death 101 with a smith and wesson
teach him death 101 with a smith and*
teach him death*teach him death 101 with a smith and wesson
band on my feet, chain reaction how i’m steppin’
[interlude]
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
[verse 2]
.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe tag
.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe*
.22*.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe tag
.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass*
.22*.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe tag
please don’t hit my phone unless you tryna spend a bag
watch me hit a 419, then i do my money dance
drugs got my mine in the sky so i can barely stand
feelin’ like the first time a young n*gga popped a xan
can’t trust n0body, watch who you call yo’ friend
n*gga claim he down to right, but ain’t make it to the end
[outro]
just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t fold
just*just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t fold
just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t*
just like my*just like my wallet, lil’ b*tch, i can’t fold
known fact we havin’ motion, i don’t even gotta boast
why you flexin’ pretty money, and i spent that on some clothes
i’mma call that boy z, ‘cause i left him with some holes
and you n*ggas are some jokes, i’mma call yo’ ass a jester
f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a chester
f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a che*
f*ckin’ with them*f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a ch*
f*ckin’ with them*f*ckin’ with them little girls, that n*gga a chester
i’mma take him down if i find out that he flexin’
n*gga talking down, now he boutta learn a lesson
i’mma teach him death 101 with a smith and wesson
teach him death 101 with a smith and*
teach him death*teach him death 101 with a smith and wesson
band on my feet, chain reaction how i’m steppin’
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i can never fold
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