Young Pyro - Couldn't Do lyrics

[Intro] Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do (Yea) Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do (It's coming down) Yea that's what I couldn't do (It's coming down) Yeaaaa Huhhhhh [Hook] These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea Couldn't do yea Yea that's what I couldn't do yea These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea [Verse 1] Maserati Lotta money got her p**y popping My n***as lit yea my n***as the nighas that you jockin Let's it rockin I do business yea I'm making Profit Ain't got no options Claw these tracks like im a f**in monster Yea With two b**hes identical We pouring Henny cuz Pyro do not drink pinnacle Ughhh I'm talking sh** It's getting sinister 99 problems but my goal is to eat dinner Huh Yea I Had the work had to Clock you in Down in Virginia my boy Daniel he gon box you in Trunk full of gas They ain't know a thing Life is a b**h you can't give a ring I'm from Brooklyn you better not try it I add my n***as now that money started multiplying In the booth I'm cooking up I'm a chef I be frying You try to stop my team progression I bet that you dying [Hook] These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea Couldn't do yea Yea that's what I couldn't do yea These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea [Verse 2] Every night I be praying for some ends People love you when you up now I swear I'm losing friends Ima get it how I get it lord forgive me for these sins Hating on a Brooklyn n***a lick the bottom of these Tims b**h I came straight out New York What the f** these n***as thought All this pain up in my heart Music kept me out the dark All these haters throwing salt All this money that I sought All that hatred from the cops Police tryna get you caught Woah I couldn't picture A better feeling Get that money stack it till it hit the f**ing ceiling Look I'll be your pusha if the lord willing In my bag so much these n***as thought I was stealing Yea And now it's time for me to flex When you working hard ain't no feeling like success Smoking on this loud cuz it made me dub stress Now when I Drop its bombs like funk flex Ahhhh [Hook] These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea Couldn't do yea Yea that's what I couldn't do yea These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea