T. Mills - Couldn't Do You lyrics

Yo, It's Millie man. Don't hate on me hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriends favorite. YF. I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, I do, I do, whatever I want to. You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. I'm clearin' sh** up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous, When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses. I'm confident, Not a co*ky dude. They talk sh**, I'm still makin' moves. I'm leadin' 'em, They in the group. I'm beaten 'em, They bound to lose. Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me. You bought swag, I cop for free. I'm the real deal, You a wannabe. My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies. I got my fav's, That's all I need. f** the world, The world can't f** me. I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, I do, I do, whatever I want to. You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with, You soft like fruit go eat a grape b**h. You aint gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great b**h. I don't got a job, But you, You work the grave shift. I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line, I aint lyin', I feel fine. You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine. It's my time you're minutes late, You see me. Oh you copy, paste. Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the f** out my face. I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, I do, I do, whatever I want to. You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) Kyle Lucas: I'm doin' this rap sh**, Till I bash it. My last sh**, I surpa**ed it. I k**ed it, It's in a casket. These adjectives are drastic. So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down. And if they unaware, They finna know now. See this hate is all poppin', The b**hes make me feel popula. It gets my profit up, I don't give a f** if I'm hip hop enough. So whatever they talkin' about it's blocked out, Even with the top down, With your chicks top down. I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, I do, I do, whatever I want to. You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2)