Cant Cry No More

[Intro]
(I love you, kyy)

[Pre-Chorus: itzkyy]
Girl, I can't cry no more
This liquor is fuckin' my liver
I'm makin' decisions
And I don't wanna try no more
Told that bich, "Go kick rocks"
Since you've been gone
Shit can't get me high no more
Yeah, that bitch gone for sure
Nigga, you know it ain't nothin'
I'm grindin' more
I'm tryna be on tour
Tryna turn nothin' to some'

[Chorus: itzkyy]
Girl, I can't cry no more
This liquor is fuckin' my liver
I'm makin' decisions
And I don't wanna try no more
Told that bich, "Go kick rocks"
Since you've been gone
You can't get me high no more
Yeah, that bitch gone for sure
Nigga, you know it ain't nothin'
I'm grindin' more
I'm tryna be on tour
Tryna turn nothin' to some'

[Verse 1: itzkyy]
She ain't tryna get high no more
I was just tryin' keep the peace, but you niggas fried, so I ain't gonna try no more
Still wanna die, no more, he said it ain't [big?] (Brr)
Shawty feignin', feignin', feignin', feignin', wanna break it through
Told her, "Eat it, eat it, eat it, baby, like you made it doom"
He was tweakin', sayin' he demon, but to me that shit ain't news
Now his momma out here cryin' 'cause her baby on the news
Like hit it and choose, hit it and choose
Go drop [?] Porsche then drop out the school, man, that nigga a goof
You ain't a demon, to me you a bitch, and it never gon' matter [when that nigga?]

[Chorus: itzkyy]
Girl, I can't cry no more
This liquor is fuckin' my liver
I'm makin' decisions
And I don't wanna try no more
Told that bich, "Go kick rocks"
Since you've been gone
You can't get me high no more
Yeah, that bitch gone for sure
Nigga, you know it ain't nothin'
I'm grindin' more (Brr)
I'm tryna be on tour
Tryna turn nothin' to some'

[Verse 2: J Neat]
No, I can't cry no more
I was out there in the rain
Tryna go spill some blood
I was out there with a gun
Me and my homie outside tryna catch us some ones
I'm just stuck in the trap, breakin' a pack
I'm tryna get me them funds
You don't even know about the streets
Shit ain't easy, nah, this shit ain't fun
They didn't believe me, now that they see me
I blow a bag, I don’t care about a reason
Said that she love me, I know you don't mean it
I'm with them robbers and killers and demons
Niggas be rattin’, they gettin' subpoena
I'm on the road, tryna get me a bag
I'm on the road, tryna get me them racks
I missed a shoot, then I'm doublin' back