I Can Lyrics By HoodRich Pablo Juan
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch panties
I bought a Pyrex pot, put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prance'
Percocet, Molly, and Xans
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young **** trapped by the peep hole
Late to the game, got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My **** pull up with that truck load
Backwood Stouts, eggrolls
Ain't havin' clout doin' free shows
Everybody know she the cheap ho
I'm in my bag, Tortitos
When I pull up, it's the Migos
Please tell your girl, keep her knees closed
'Cause we shootin' shots like free throws
Money comin' three way, like Cee Lo
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch panties
I bought a Pyrex pot, put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prance'
Percocet, Molly, and Xans
Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra hand gun
They told me I couldn't, when I can
We still make transactions off os Samsung
I beat the pop usin' both arms
I keep that drank when that drought come
Take off from twelve, it's a mile run
Actin' my pimp cup like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from
Preach to these **** like Farrakhan
I teach you, lil' ****, like Daniel San
Then blow up the spot like Saddam
I'm at the top of the renaissance
I fuck her face till it's numb
Hundred round drum
I'm in the slums, grippin' some, no Grey Poupon
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch panties
I bought a Pyrex pot, put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prance'
Percocet, Molly, and Xans
Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I'm a veteran
Breakdown the Backwood and fill it with cannabis
I'm on the Molly, Percocets and Xanax
Shoot with the chopper, I might hit your grandad
We the wave, ****, you ride the bandwagon
You tryna get it, we young, rich, and we been havin'
Long hair, don't care, like I'n Lenny Kravitz
Real ****, only you pussy faggots
Bought a new chain, called it Twenty Savage
Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
My bitch like Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young **** wild'n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex bitch, she can't stand it
Twenty bags from LA, they just landed
Graduated from the trap school, did outstandin'
Walk in the strip club like the marchin' band
Four rings on me, ****, I might not shake your hand
Mexicans strapped like the Taliban
I can hear the snake on my neck rattlin'
All this water, like a **** was paddlin'
Hi-tech and Actavis, mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean, I bet you feel better then
Eatin' as Cheetahs, I guess I'm a gentleman
I want the plug, I don't talk to the middle man
Geeked the whole trap, I need me some Ritalin
****, my best friend first name is Benjamin
Three bitches, Salt, Pepper and Cinnamon
Still fuck the law, we be breakin' and bendin''em
No more catchin' packs, now we sendin' them
Old school Dirty Bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag, now he got ten of 'em
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad bitch panties
I bought a Pyrex pot, put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prance'
Percocet, Molly, and Xans
