Correction Lyrics Can’t Keep Up With Me* by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(17)
(D-Roc)
Look

[Chorus]
Pull up in my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I’m richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I’m out them trenches
Still in there, still deal wit' cos, still gon' send them fuckin' hittas
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank but found my rhythm
Pussy niggas can’t still keep up with me
He been killin' shit, but still can’t fuck with me
I got slimes that bang that fire', but still gon' shoot for free
Turnt, can't control me, no, I’m on dope, dope, dope

[Verse 1]
I don’t let shit go, I say “No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock and it ain’t come up out the stoe'
If a opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and won’t let 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope packs mail like he sеlling dope
Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh
Check his swag, hе make bag with these hoes, huh
Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now
He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slime
He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he wan' rolls huh
He just wan' be real fuckin' Shiesty like his uncle, huh?
He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa son
He say he don’t wanna be nobody, he wan' be Lil Top
He say he don’t give a fuck about it, just give him the guap
He say “Yall could make an album 'bout it, just don’t fuckin' try”
Get the fuckin' industry on his side, he still gon' die

[Chorus]
Pull up in my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I’m richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I’m out them trenches
Still in there, still deal wit' cos, still gon' send them fuckin' hittas
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank but found my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas still can’t keep up with me
He been killin' shit, but still can’t fuck with me
I got slimes that bang that fire', but still gon' shoot for free
Turnt, can't control me, no, I’m on dope, dope, dope

[Verse 2]
Fuckin' on yo' hoe
Know they can’t control me, prolly spit on that lil hoe, bitch
Put me back in jail and I was still in there on dope
Know that we don’t give no fuck, try splittin' him on the road
Yeah, that my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on
Bucking, kill to jail, don't kill me and they know I let it known
I'ma flex somethin', told the bitch don't call my phone
Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam
Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down
Don't give a fuck 'bout if you wit it, you a part of the crowd, clown
Kill 'em down while you up here wit' that blicky make a sound
We gon' probably catch em smokin' loud, ridin' round in a

[Chorus]
Pull up in my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I’m richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I’m out them trenches
Still in there, still deal wit' cos, still gon' send them fuckin' hittas
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank but found my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas still can’t keep up with me
Heed that killin' shit, but still can’t fuck with me
I got slimes that bang that fi', but still gon' shoot for free
Turnt, can't control me, no, I’m on dope, dope, dope

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