"Can't Keep Up" lyrics
Yeah, y'all nigga can't keep up with me
28 years old man
Yeah, just get started
Too much these young niggas can't keep up
'74 Dunk cost more than a Porsche
I know that your Gucci man, I never met a rapstar
Rapper, bitch you must not know that I'm a trapper
Pills I'll do it next to lick that can and sell it faster
'Fore you try to keep up with me, buy you something faster
NASCAR, Gucci Mane, how much you pay for that car?
'Fore you said that boy, I thought you was a gangster
You know, plus, I'm really homie, you know, Bouldacrest man
While you out here flexin, never seen yo ass on Gresham
Got em 2 times joggin backwards'cause I left em
So you said it couldn't keep it up, so I had to tax em
Now my watch is a die for chain is to kill for
Kush, bird, pills, pussy all a nigga live for
Zone 6 so proper all my children
Y'all move bricks Zone 6 move building, aah
What you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday yaah
Yeah, what you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday
When I was 4 years old, I thought I would be a wrestler
No shirt on, flexing muscles on the picture
Just another trap, nigga tryna be a rapstar
Swag so stupid that I'm climbing up the pop charts
Cherry puff the good, like the inside of a Pop Tart
Good game, Gucci I got more game than a pool shark
Narcs in the neighborhood, so I'ma chill out, til dark
Watches to die for, chain is to kill for
Money, push Kush, Prada, that's what I live for
Zone 6 so far for all my children
Shawty wanna charger, Gucci wanna building
Go and get the charger if that's how you feel me
Now my watch is a die for chain is to kill for
Kush, bird, pills, pussy all a nigga live for
Zone 6 so proper all my children
Y'all move bricks Zone 6 move building, aah
What you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday, yaah
Yeah, what you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday
28 years old man
Yeah, just get started
Too much these young niggas can't keep up
'74 Dunk cost more than a Porsche
I know that your Gucci man, I never met a rapstar
Rapper, bitch you must not know that I'm a trapper
Pills I'll do it next to lick that can and sell it faster
'Fore you try to keep up with me, buy you something faster
NASCAR, Gucci Mane, how much you pay for that car?
'Fore you said that boy, I thought you was a gangster
You know, plus, I'm really homie, you know, Bouldacrest man
While you out here flexin, never seen yo ass on Gresham
Got em 2 times joggin backwards'cause I left em
So you said it couldn't keep it up, so I had to tax em
Now my watch is a die for chain is to kill for
Kush, bird, pills, pussy all a nigga live for
Zone 6 so proper all my children
Y'all move bricks Zone 6 move building, aah
What you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday yaah
Yeah, what you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday
When I was 4 years old, I thought I would be a wrestler
No shirt on, flexing muscles on the picture
Just another trap, nigga tryna be a rapstar
Swag so stupid that I'm climbing up the pop charts
Cherry puff the good, like the inside of a Pop Tart
Good game, Gucci I got more game than a pool shark
Narcs in the neighborhood, so I'ma chill out, til dark
Watches to die for, chain is to kill for
Money, push Kush, Prada, that's what I live for
Zone 6 so far for all my children
Shawty wanna charger, Gucci wanna building
Go and get the charger if that's how you feel me
Now my watch is a die for chain is to kill for
Kush, bird, pills, pussy all a nigga live for
Zone 6 so proper all my children
Y'all move bricks Zone 6 move building, aah
What you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday, yaah
Yeah, what you doing with the money?
I don't know, but I'm gonna hit the part Sunday
