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I Could Never
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I Could Never was released on May 26, 2017 by Stinc Team as a part of the album I Could Never - Single
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Release DateMay 26, 2017
LabelStinc Team
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
Slimmy B
Slimmy B
Vocals
Yhung T.O.
Yhung T.O.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wavy Tre
Wavy Tre
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't fuck with **** like a redneck
Catch an opp slippin', flip his wig like a Tech Deck
This funk shit, I bring it to your door like Fed Ex
And talkin' dumb'll get your ass popped like a Xanax
Big forty, that'll knock a **** soul out him
If I'm on my ass, then for sure I know my bros got me
Knock a **** down, if they ask, I don't know 'bout it
These Balenciagas, lil ****, these ain't Foamposites
Fifty on the chop, yeah, I gave that bitch a tune-up
You better keep your boo tucked before you get your boo fucked
Slide on an opp and give one fuck, two fucks
Glock twenty-three, clip hangin' like two nuts
And we buck first, ****, we don't buck back
Tone with the shred will lay you down like where them bucks at?
Four shots to the dome, two where his lungs at
Forty hold ten? What the fuck, where that drum at?
Hatin' on you bum hoes like Cascade
You broke **** young money like Mack Maine
Rich shit, Gucci box for the ashtray
My shooter keep a stick and with the shit like his ass stank
Get around they bros, **** want to act tough now
See me gettin' cheese and these bitches wanna fuck now
Arm start crampin', **** had to put the pump down
Size ten Timb boot, **** gettin' stomped out, bitch
White buffs on, bitch these Cartiers
All these bands a **** get, I wouldn't call it fair
Stay out my closet, lil **** might get lost in there
And this chopper turn your whip into a rocking chair
Young **** with these bands, got the streets talkin'
Diamonds on my neck dancin', C walkin'
Chopper make a **** bounce, call that leap froggin'
Bitch, I'm a dog and to these hoes I'ma keep doggin'
[Verse 2]
And she know I'm on, let my **** bone, yeah, yeah
I would never cuff at all, we could never fuck with y'all, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I go the juice like Hi-C
Dark tints on my face, don't eye me
She give all head like an ID
Beat a **** ass like I'm Ali
I don't fuck with these ****, you know that
Slimmy got that chop, he gon' blow that
Wish a **** would, bet he won't
Like a bad bitch with must, **** don't want the funk
Send ten shots through a **** whip like a car lot
One shot, hit a **** chest, make his heart stop
Hate a used bitch like a whip from a car lot
And don't trust these **** that'll turn like a doorknob
Got money on my mind, now a **** don't waste time, baby
I'ma get it out the way
I know these **** ain't tough, I done really had enough
Shoeboxes, I don't fuck with the bank, nah, ****
I'll never hesitate, I'll never turn fake
I'll never shake a fuck ****'s hand, I'll never, I'll never
Say she wanna bust, ****, I'll never
Fuck with a broke bitch that ain't got no cheddar
[Verse 3]
I could never be you, everything's with a tool
These Margiela my shoes, that's a GLE coupe
Yes, I bust down my jewels, almost flunked out of school
What's engraved on my dash, ain't no way I'ma lose
All eight up in the Fanta, what the fuck is a deuce?
We with all eye busters, I Am Mr. Mosley 2
Don't test the gang right now, we ain't got nothin' to lose
Why these **** always tellin'? Why you lyin' about a felony?
Know these **** all jokesters, know they friends with Bill Bellamy
I'm all about my green, broccoli, and my celery
They hate how I do this, I'm a nuisance, the Ruler
Passin' cash out, I'm Mr. Big Bank Budda
Uchie uchie, you know I get those
Bald head Caillou's fallin' all on my denim
In the county, you get pulled like a wisdom tooth, it's the truth
The violence that'll get at you, my guidance what I spill at you, ugh
Written by: Darrell Caldwell
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