Can’t Make This Up*

Lyrics

[Intro: Lancey Foux] Grr (Ha) Grr (Ha) Grr (Ha) Chyeah [Verse 1: Lancey Foux] Cool before I start, can you please turn this up? Bad B's climbin' sheets, that's how I'm waking up Light the P, cop the steeze, then I'm takin' off Lifestyle high speed, I can't make this up New Ferrari high speed, I can't make this up AP, twenty five keys, I can't make this up Still swaggin' like I'm YT, I can't make this up Bought a jet no ID, I can't make this up It's been a long time and I'm still going berserk Fresh up out the village and I'm fresh up out the cut Put me with these rappers and I put them in a hearse Mister Undertaker, I'm on the stagе with the urn Tryna disrespect mе? Then you must be smoking sherm It's Scotty in my pocket, make a nigga do the worm Said you fear nobody, I'ma make you fear one Said you hear nobody, I'ma make you hear du-du-du-du Pull up at your door and now somebody dead, du-du-du-du I just sent a hit while I got my hair done (Grr) I just flew out South Korea, like Son (Woo) Anyway I keep my MAC, can't make this up [Verse 2: YT] Sh'yeah Foot up on their necks I might break another record, I might break up in a text All these baddies say I'm fine, all these guys say I'm up next, sh'yeah Swag was sent from God, it's my holy spirit flex, damn Come and get your girl, 'cause she's sayin' that you're her ex Brother, come and get your girl, she's tryna get behind the decks I been countin' up my blessings, I been countin' up my checks Catch me Hammersmith & City, I've got lots of jawns in West Oxford nigga and I'm rapping off them, while they tryna test This chick said that she didn't want me, with her friend and now she pressed, huh All these birds up in the crib, it's like a nest, huh Foot up in the hoods and I go Polo on my crest [Verse 3: Len] Ayy, I got the FBI on me, I copped a 911 With bad gyal my type, she slim, and she 5 foot 7 When I die, I hope they let me bill a line in heaven, huh Tried to tell them that I'm flyer than a high flight I told her lean with me, rock with me, drop it for me Twist mine, pop it for me I heard you were a problem, shorty That shit ain't a problem for me Niggas been praying on Lenny's downfall, wanna see my face on a shirt God forbid I turn into—, hold on God forbid I turn into merch It cost two baguettes for a verse These ADWOA jeans I'm certain In the desert, I'm still surfin'