I Can’t 2

[Intro]
Jay Montana man
Jay Montana
Jay Montana man
Oh my God, it's Jay Montana man

[Chorus]
Sipping on lean, no I can't stop
Double cup, sipping on Wock'
Run up my bands, I run my knots
Keep your clothes on, I want top
Talking on gang and you get shot
Demons gon' spin your block
Keeping that stick, why would I box
Too fucked up, man I can't talk
I can't love no goddamn thot
I can't love no bitch
Diamonds, they wet like piss
Sipping on Wock', don't sip on Tris
Glock got a beam, how could I miss
Talking on gang, you get hit
Doing a drill then dip off in the whip
Your bitch a thot, she gon' fuck on the clique

[Verse]
Spinning your block in a coupe
My niggas pull up and shoot
I make a hit when I hop in a booth
They like Montana you speaking the truth
I'm in a new Benz, and I'm dropping the roof
Smoking, I'm chilling with Zeus
We stomping him out, got blood on my shoes
Got blood on my jeans, I feel like I'm juice
Laugh to bank like I'm Druski
Balenci on me like Uzi
Slide with a Drac' like I'm Toosi
Fuck on your bitch, she a groupie
Smoking on gas, that shit got mе groovy
Rocking designer, the Ksubi
I'm going up, I know you see
Choppa bе kicking like Bruce Lee
I can't love
I can't love no thotty
Chilling with your
Chilling with your lil shawty
Diamonds all on
Diamonds all on my body
Rocking that Mur
Rocking that Murakami

[Chorus]
Sipping on lean, no I can't stop
Double cup, sipping on Wock'
Run up my bands, I run my knots
Keep your clothes on, I want top
Talking on gang and you get shot
Demons gon' spin your block
Keeping that stick, why would I box
Too fucked up, man I can't talk
I can't love no goddamn thot
I can't love no bitch
Diamonds, they wet like piss
Sipping on Wock', don't sip on Tris
Glock got a beam, how could I miss
Talking on gang, you get hit
Doing a drill then dip off in the whip
Your bitch a thot, she gon' fuck on the clique