You Can't

Run that back, Turbo
Ayy
Oh, you miss me? I’m in foreign cars now
Ice on all my dawgs, haters on IG, they logged out
And I brought 'em all out, V12 engine roarin' loud
Hit the parkin' lot, I open up the door, it’s all clouds
Know I made my mama proud when she saw me rock a crowd
Had the fans goin' wild
No bap, I told her I was gon' buy me a Rollie as a child
Rollie on me right now, give them bitches bright smiles
I’m with wifey, pipe down
Gettin' the two-door wiped down
On the freeway, blow a pound
Every time I come around just expect a hundred rounds
Feel like rain comin' down, Herbo drippin' through your town
Foreign whippin' through your town
Herbo, you gt love just like Jordan, Pippen in your town
I told my mama I was gon' mak it, now I made it (Oh, oh)
I remember when they all hated, they all changin' (They did, huh)
I remember I was down and they acted so cold (Fuck 'em)
If you weren’t with me in the Honda, you can’t be with me in this Rolls, no, no
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t (Haha), you can’t, no (Can't, can’t)
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t, no (Oh, no, no)
You can’t, you can’t, and you won’t, no (Can't, can’t)
I don’t need you anymore (Huh, look)