Cannot Go Songtext
von Brian Fresco

Uh-huh, yeah
Block on the track
Burr
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
The time zone′s going a little crazy

Riding with my niggas, smoking hella dope
Broski got the .40, know we finna blow
Bitches on my dick, know they see the gold
Niggas wanna rob me, but I cannot go
Go, cannot go
That bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I cannot go
Go, cannot go
Niggas tryna get it, but I cannot go


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, shit, fuck niggas done fucked up
Done fucked around and let Fresco get with Blockbuck
Get shot, what? Pussy nigga, you don't want no problems
Ain′t gotta touch, a nigga got dollars
Them rastas tie you up, mail a motherfucking ransom note to your mama
Them killers that'll drill ya, put a toe tag on your children
Nigga run up in your building, snatch hundreds from your ceiling
Got a feeling that a real nigga like me one day gon' see millions
Savemoney, super villains, fuck a deal, nigga, we stay dealing, uh

See, I know you niggas hate me ′cause I stay finessing
Louis belt, Gucci watch with the Fendi steppers
I bought a crib and my jewelry box on my dresser

And you don′t wanna pull it, know my niggas stay with weapons

Riding with my niggas, smoking hella dope
Broski got the .40, know we finna blow
Bitches on my dick, know they see the gold
Niggas wanna rob me, but I cannot go
Go, cannot go
That bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I cannot go
Go, cannot go
Niggas tryna get it, but I cannot go

Said we hate being sober, stay rolling the doja
Got bitches that be off the sosa, be cool 'til it′s over
Bro, one of your soldiers is already smoked in a coma
Your shorty, she on us, that jack got her just a bit bolder
Got purp and lime for my Corona, first she bone-moi, then I hold her


Pull up to bitches like, "Ho, hi," they like, "Oh, my, Ferragamo"
Hella juice, shit O.J. should co-sign
Got these labels like, "Shorty a gold mine"
She an Oscar, giving me gold mind
Got these dreads all over my low eyes
Now these bitches be saying I'm so fine
I′m like, "Ho, bye, you a old side," uh
I know you niggas hate me 'cause I stay finessing

Weak Timbs, half-braided with the Fendi sweater
Your whole check in my blunt, got me feeling better

And you don′t really wanna pull it 'cause we stay with weapons, uh

Riding with my niggas, smoking hella dope
Broski got the .40, know we finna blow
Bitches on my dick, know they see the gold
Niggas wanna rob me, but I cannot go
Go, cannot go
That bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I cannot go
Go, cannot go
Niggas tryna get it, but I cannot go