27 thoughts on “Travis Scott – CAN'T SAY (Audio)”

  1. No 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 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 on my mind)
    You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
    You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
    Drink your 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 so wavy, it's too hard to kill
    Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real
    Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
    Pop-pop my trunk
    Dip-dip-dip-dip
    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 heard I got it, burned it all?
    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
    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 morning, oh yeah she yawning
    I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
    Oh then 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
    Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
    Pop-pop my trunk
    Dip-dip-dip-dip
    Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
    Pop-pop my trunk
    Dip
    No 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 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

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