Lyrics When I Can - Warm Brew, ID Labs, Big Jerm

When I Can

Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Balance bitches and bread, watch out for whoadies my brodies and fam
Bitch I be blowing on propane
I do my own thang with nobody else influence
Back and forth between the dope game
I can’t be broke man
Unpeel a wood and then I get to it
Laying funky ass verse after funky ass hook
Rapping like I ain’t signed you can get your spot took
I’mma bet the whole purse that I come out on top
Man I grab the winning pot and the spot’s shook
See you later nigga
You know the struggle ain’t forever but it’s infinite
Take it from a lil' nigga gotta grind through it
Fact
It ain’t always sunny fuck Dennis
I been flying off the handle every 45 minutes
So I’ll see y’all in a couple hours
Fried egg sandwich nigga probably take a shower
Cause I ain’t never had no FOMO
I been busy fuckin bitches
Handle business on the low low
I like to hit it in some rose gold
With the GoPro
Yeah the slow mo
Swoop a hoe from her man
Lookin' round with a big ass frown
Like where my hoe go
She on ghost mode, getting loco
Stashing weapons when we riding passed the popo
Giving up her doggy to the lobo
But girl lying here with you I’m making no dough
Nah I ain’t never been the follower type
Think on my own to ball you gotta be bright
That nigga gotta be tight
What she thinking when I run on stage
Leave the show tell her man I’m who he gotta be like
Bossing, Raymundo with the height and width
Flossing, can’t tell me shit about my grip
Coughing, only kush nigga take you a whiff
Profit, you either playing man or I gotta dip
I’m off
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Balance bitches and bread, watch out for woadies my brodies and fam
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Stick to the script, most of these suckers just don’t understand
Wasn’t worried ‘bout rat race
I did it differently since I was 4 or 5 on a different beat
If y’all don’t know
I don’t believe you if you hating on niggas I promise I won’t tease you
And that’s your bad
‘Cause nobody perfect
I’ve been dancing with the devil in a sweet romance
Got me twisting purple got me smashing brews
After I pay my bills I might slide on through
I’mma cash my check and get it all in 2's
Jimmy Johnson winning, whipping no license
Listen to my niggas any others fall silent
Rolling with the crew that fuck around and change climates
Ever try reach me decline
It’s a climb gotta work
It’s a crime if you ever come against me
99 problems to be greater than Gretzky
Macking three dimes
You silly suckas macking ten 3's
I know the stakes nigga so fuck a snake nigga
This ain’t New York no fire escapes nigga
You know a real one would tell a real one if a real one was in the wrong
I’d find it really funny if a cop sang to this
I’d find it real funny if a bop sang to this
Hoes won’t hum it
Pigs won’t whistle and we grinding to the bone but won’t eat the rib gristle
No no no
‘Cause player got work to do
Honestly my nigga you do too
Go make them figures that’ll keep you cool
Cop a whip or two, new crib with a pool
Make your product irresistible
Hustle that until your wrist is full
My palms is itching boy I wish you knew
Go on grind like me, I bet you get rich, fool
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Balance bitches and bread, watch out for woadies my brodies and fam
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Y’all go on ahead, I’mma holla when I can
Stick to the script, most of these suckers just don’t understand