Tahir - Trapping For The Wrong Reasons (Really Can't) lyrics

(Chorus) I really, really, I really can't f** with y'all n***as I really, really, I really can't f** with y'all n***as I really, really, I really can't f** with y'all n***as I really, I really, I really can't. I really can't f** with y'all (Verse 1) I really can't f** with y'all, don't care what's up with y'all Puffing a J in the back, hoping Ca**ie gone Rage while I rap along, don't try to dap me though Might catch a L to the face like I pa**ed the dro Been on the low, oh Don't f** with my zone Please do not ask me to follow you ho Cause I am only trynna follow you home, oh So tired of these guest lists, half dressed b**h Really fronting like she don't want pipe Little hypebeast n***as got they wifey with them But she bust it for me all last night sh**, I might be tripping, I don't like these n***as Trust me, I ain't really go outside Been bout that crew sh**, n***a you knew this (Chorus) (Verse 2) Oh my god, I really cannot Like white b**hes dawg Or a duke if you smart, I keep two feet from y'all Keep my two feet from y'all But y'all groupies is marked, want a n***a that ball Not T.O, LeBron I'ma eat her like ramen, bout that rebound like Rodman Gave her d sans that bull man In here like woah Pop a zan and I'm gone, pop a zan and I'm ghost On my pat, in the zone, I kick it if we close I'm sure anyone knows Hit my dab in the corner, Swear that sh** made her horny I'ma give you a warning Hit it like... Hit it like, Hit it like Suge or the Quan (Chrous) (Verse 3) Don't ask no questions, just consider this a blessing Stop sipping syrup but I'm leaning on these b**hes I like clothes imported and I like my girls expensive She gon' talk about trips to Europe, I said b**h you really tripping I ain't your dad, plus I ain't your man b**h, I am the man And these n***as ain't fam, these n***as is fans Like Viets, I can't Copping z's at my pad, I repeat her, no pan Bet she leave with no pants Groupie n***as like damn I hope we can be friends... Naw (Chrous) x 2