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Lyrics: Travis Scott – CAN’T SAY

CAN’T SAY Lyrics

 Travis Scott
Travis Scott

CAN’T SAY Lyrics

By Travis Scott

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Don Toliver]
No, you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smokin’ hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turnin’ out
What would you do if you heard I got it goin’ on?
I had to burn, I left “skrrt” marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Betta watch for 12 ’round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rock ’cause shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby, she just wanna drill
The vibe’s too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

[Interlude: Don Toliver & Fat Pat]
Uh-huh, yeah
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Oh, yeah
Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip
Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
You can’t say if I’m mad or nah (Mad or nah)
Smokin’ hella weed, I’m on that alcohol (Alcohol)
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off (Suck me off)
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turnin’ out (Turnin’ out)
What would you do if you heard I got it burnin’ out?
I let it burn, “skrrt” that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12 ’round my town, you might get killed (Gotta watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in the mornin’, oh, yeah, she yawnin’
I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothin’
Oh, didn’t I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion
Sippin’ on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me
I beat it, ain’t no cuddlin’, you down bad, you sufferin’
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get, that lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude: Fat Pat]
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip
Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No, you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smokin’ hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turnin’ out
What would you do if you heard I got it goin’ on?
I had to burn, I left “skrrt” marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12 ’round my town, you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah, I’m high above the rim
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

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