[Intro]
(CaptainCrunch presents)
(Chai)

[Chorus]
I still can't make no love songs
You play with that stick better put some gloves on
I don't give a fuck if we dead wrong, we'll still spin that shit all night long
These racks in my jeans, it get a n***a going
It ain't shit to make that call all about a phone
You could get the money too but you don't
You could pullup on that fuck shit but I know you won't
Off of these M523's I be quick to blast
S550 hop out designer clothes
Don't step on these shoes, I spent some racks on those
Gotta' keep a pole, the streets still cold
Foot on the gas, all I know is go
She shaking that ass for me like a pro
Don't want your ho, expensive, let her go

[Verse]
Yeah, fuck all the opps, I can't [?]
[?] in the game balling like Melo
Take a step back and shoot shots like James Harden
S.O.S. having them racks and we just started
Hop out that coupe high as fuck [?]
Have to start thinking before you start
I'ma get these racks regardless
If it ain't me tell me who go the hardest?
S.O.S. an all-star team [?]
Snuck in that pistol, in your party
I got that hot fry in my pocket
I gotta' watch everything close [?]
[?] ain't have no other option
Gotta' keep it on me, never know who watching
[Chorus]
I still can't make no love songs
You play with that stick better put some gloves on
I don't give a fuck if we dead wrong, we'll still spin that shit all night long
These racks in my jeans, it get a n***a going
It ain't shit to make that call all about a phone
You could get the money too but you don't
You could pullup on that fuck shit but I know you won't
Off of these M523's I be quick to blast
S550 hop out designer clothes
Don't step on these shoes, I spent some racks on those
Gotta' keep a pole, the streets still cold
Foot on the gas, all I know is go
She shaking that ass for me like a pro
Don't want your ho, expensive, let her go