Can’t Fold

[Joeyxlz: Chorus]
I can’t fold
Know you see me close angles
Yeah, I need you lil baby I can’t fold
N**** diss my gang, get his head gone
I take the [?] yeah I’m too feeling too strong
Yeah I’m off a perc, yeah I’m too gone
Tell me how you feel
I see my opp, ima catch a kill
In that Trackhawk, I’m toting that steal
I’m off the wock, can’t tell what’s real
Yeah I get to turnt up, she tell me to chill
These n***** stay fake, I stay on my heel
Baby girl, know you can’t tell how I feel
I’m in the AMG, I’m buying the whip
The Jace get behind me, I have to dip

[Joeyxlz: Verse]
She gave that cup to me, and I sip
I got blue hunnids, but I’m not a crip
Now I got all these hoes on my dick
I pulled out that Glock and made him take a shit
And I don’t know what it is
EGM, we gon shoot if we don’t know who you is
Gotta keep it one [?], never thought that I would love on this bitch
Gotta keep it one [?], I got all these feelings I don’t know what it is, no

[Yahn: Verse 2]
I don’t know, I don’t know
I just know that you just not no average hoe
I got money I want more
Private life, this not for show
Can we keep this on the low, baby?
You know they always tryna ruin shit
You know they be hating cause they loosing, bitch
EGM, ain’t no loosing bitch
In this coupe I'm zoomin, bitch
Luxury, I’m used to this
Smoking gas, just cooling bitch
Money, that’s so grooving bitch
Money won’t fold
I won’t fold, on my soul
Baby, you good for my soul
I need you here, you make me whole
N***** hate me
Gotta keep my pole, they won’t take me
I don’t know, lately I feel they faking
Shit crazy
My own brother told like, “damn how could he fold?”
I won’t fold, and I put that on my soul

[Joeyxlz: Chorus]
I can’t fold
Know you see me close angles
Yeah, I need you lil baby I can’t fold
N**** diss my gang, get his head gone
I take the [?] yeah I’m too feeling too strong
Yeah I’m off a perc, yeah I’m too gone
Tell me how you feel
I see my opp, ima catch a kill
In that Trackhawk, I’m toting that steal
I’m off the wock, can’t tell what’s real
Yeah I get to turnt up, she tell me to chill
These n***** stay fake, I stay on my heel
Baby girl, know you can’t tell how I feel
I’m in the AMG, I’m buying the whip
The Jace get behind me, I have to dip