"Can't Go To Jail (Remix)" lyrics
"Can't Go To Jail (Remix)"
(feat. Sett, YTB Fatt)
[Finesse2Tymes:]
(Memphis Track Boy)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, 'Cats
Phew, Scats (Let's go)
I just peeled off on the 12
I can't go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won't get no bail (No bail)
I can't go to jail (Nah)
Not right now, I can't take no L (Go)
I can't go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can't see no cell (Don't stop)
I can't go to jail (Don't do that)
Runnin' red lights (I'm gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Smoking 'za, poppin' Percs, tryna get my head right (I'm focused)
I'm turnt up on the 12
Turnt up, turnt up on the 12 (Turnt up on 12, woo)
She done popped the whole 30 (Woo) and then turnt up on a player
So much money on your head, make your nigga turn on you (Make your nigga turn on you)
And I got on so much ice, I'll make your bitch turn on you (Make your bitch turn on you)
Heard your name in black and white, you a snitch-slash-gangster (You a snitch-slash-gangster)
Smoking loud in this bitch, it feel like a gas chamber (Skrrt)
I just peeled off on the 12
I can't go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won't get no bail (No bail)
I can't go to jail (Nah)
Not right now, I can't take no L (Go)
I can't go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can't see no cell (Don't stop)
I can't go to jail (I can't go to jail)
[Sett:]
Twenty-three and one (Lockdown), with this poke up in my cell (Sticked up)
Ain't no nigga gon' spin on me, bump down on him, do it myself (Come here)
I wasn't eatin' no steak trays, a hundred-dollar limit, I'm runnin' it out
Load up my book, his book, his book, I'm three hundred out (Cash out)
First day out, ran a red light, made niggas see med lights (Uh-huh)
Snitchin' on me gon' cost your life
Make my lil' nigga whack you, book him a flight (Get him)
Crook move my move
They RICO a nigga, I don't even know dude
I know that they tryna indict me
Askin' questions, I don't eat no food
[Finesse2Tymes:]
I can't go to jail
[YTB Fatt:]
I'm on tour right now with some killers, if they die, they goin' to hell
I put that shit on his biscuit, nigga, I been poppin' this shit like I'm fresh out of jail
Knocked him for his bitch, she handed me the loochie, wish 'em well
I need her ID and luggage, she got locked, you couldn't even make her bail
Pop it, 500K ain't no money
Pop it, nigga, five hundred thousand ain't nothin'
Pop it, I just beat the pussy, I'm tryna charge two hundred
I skated, bitch, I ain't givin' up nothin' (What else?)
She ain't get no money out of nothin' (What else?)
I'll send a ho by the way
Don't wanna get low, but I invest in banks
[Finesse2Tymes:]
I just peeled off on the 12
I can't go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won't get no bail (No bail)
I can't go to jail (Nah)
Not right now, I can't take no L (Go)
I can't go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can't see no cell (Don't stop)
I can't go to jail (Don't do that)
Runnin' red lights (I'm gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Runnin'-runnin' red lights (I'm gone)
Fuck-fuck-fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Runnin' red lights (I'm gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Smoking 'za, poppin' Percs, tryna get my head right (I can't go to jail)
- AZLyrics
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- Finesse2Tymes Lyrics
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