Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Could Never, artist - SOB X RBE. Date of issue: 01.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Could Never |
| I don’t fuck with niggas 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 nigga soul out him |
| If I’m on my ass then for sure I know my bros got me |
| Knock a nigga down, if they ask, I don’t know 'bout it |
| These Balenciagas, lil nigga 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 bust first, nigga we don’t bust 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 niggas 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, niggas want to act tough now |
| See me gettin' cheese and these bitches wanna fuck now |
| Arm start crampin', niggas had to put the pump down |
| Size ten Timb boot, niggas gettin' stomped out bitch |
| White buffs on, bitch these Cartiers |
| All these bands a nigga get, I wouldn’t call it fair |
| Stay out my closet, lil nigga might get lost in there |
| And this chopper turn your whip into a rocking chair |
| Young nigga with these bands, got the streets talkin' |
| Diamonds on my neck dancin', C walkin' |
| Chopper make a nigga bounce, call that leap froggin' |
| Bitch I’m a dog and to these hoes I’ma keep doggin' |
| And she know I’m on, let my niggas bone, yeah yeah |
| I would never cuff at all, we could never fuck with y’all, yeah yeah |
| Bitch I got the juice like Hi-C |
| Dark tints on my face, don’t eye me |
| She give all head like an ID |
| Beat a nigga ass like I’m Ali |
| I don’t fuck with these niggas, you know that |
| Slimmy got that chop, he gon' blow that |
| Wish a nigga would, bet he won’t |
| Like a bad bitch with must, niggas don’t want the funk |
| Send ten shots through a nigga whip like a car lot |
| One shot, hit a nigga chest, make his heart stop |
| Hate a used bitch like a whip from a car lot |
| Don’t trust these niggas that’ll turn like a doorknob |
| Got money on my mind now, a nigga don’t waste time baby |
| I’ma get it out the way |
| I know these niggas ain’t tough, I done really had enough |
| Shoeboxes I don’t fuck with the bank, nah nigga |
| I’ll never hesitate, I’ll never turn fake |
| I’ll never shake a fuck nigga’s hand, I’ll never, I’ll never |
| Say she wanna boss nigga I’ll never |
| Fuck with a broke bitch that ain’t got no cheddar |
| 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 nigga always tellin'? |
| Why you lyin' about a felony? |
| Know these niggas 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 |