Can't Style Me

[Intro] (M1OnTheBeat) [Chorus: Clavish] Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub? Jail call from my jail nig', 'cause he locked up Couple man pissed off 'cause a nigga bossed up You're B-A-D only on computer When the pack lands, say "Hallelujah" Girl, you can't style me, your man a loser (Okay) [Verse 1: Clavish] Yeah, you got a wap, but you're not a shooter This wap make your friends and family suit up I ain't got friends, just a couple real dargs Free Teef, got a bird, but he kept it real calm Louis V, honestly I wear that a lot Not allowed in my hood, but I'm still on the block When will I learn? When will it stop? Got corn in the car but it's not on the cob Ink on my skin, no regrets when I livе When I ride, I can do it with a chef or a stick I can makе a sweet one put pebs in her tits whenever I see bare feds on the strip You ain't done it broad day, bait on the broadway Off-White, done it bait, never caught a court case Cats calling everyday 'cause the food gourmet Could've got— But my opps got poor aim Your CV's blank, yo, I think it needs more names Mr. Kipling, think I need more cake I'm cuttin' through the city with CK and Kirky Feds see me, wanna search me Push out with crash, are you mad? Certi' Put him in the back of the van, Percy Throwback, yo, I been gang from early You turned gang last week, nigga, that's nerdy Diss me on a Tuesday, cheffed by the Thursday My next nigga got a nigga chinged on his birthday I got a jawn I only hit from behind I recognise her back, but I don't know her face You ain't ever got a nigga wet like a mermaid Now he's gotta wait and see what the nurse say You ain't ever got a nigga wet like a mermaid Now he's gotta wait and see what the nurse say [Chorus: Clavish] Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub? Jail call from my jail nig', 'cause he locked up Couple man pissed off 'cause a nigga bossed up You're B-A-D only on computer When the pack lands, say "Hallelujah" Girl, you can't style me, your man a loser [Verse 2: MoStack] It's S-A-D that she's in my Uber That was your girl, cheeky manoeuvre I'm a sweet criminal And a smooth smoocher We can't have a future, I move like Future Don't call the line if it's not important I got the bro on the right tryna cop more things My other bro on the left tryna chop more things I fucked my boy's ex when we stopped talkin' I ain't gotta pay a dime, bro did it for free Touch J, ten stab wounds, minimum fee I don't know who I think I am I turf collabs from rappers that's bigger than me (Hahaha) Yo, get rich, gotta rack bands Ayy, fuck them niggas 'cause they're poor like cat's hands If I say my guys are broke, it's a damn prank You know my niggas chop bricks like Japan Get dosh get guala Gettin' rich is easy, but stayin' rich is harder I pray I'm never broke, InshaAllah Gotta think like Sean Carter Scribble out the opps with a marker Ayy, how we end up beefin'? It started with a stare You mess with the 10ers, nah I wouldn't wanna dare Man will knock on your door like, "Is anybody there?" I'ma blow out the pace and kill up anybody there 'Cause man's original on my block, you already knew that Walk through the block, I bet a youngin says, "Who's that?" You know it's on sight when we put him in a group chat I ain't got no olders, who's that? Ban me from my block, I'ma take the piss and move back (Haha) 'Cause man's on a whole different planet Me, I'm here coolin' with Clavish Most of the gyal that I see speak Spanish (Ah) [Chorus: Clavish] Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub? Jail call from my jail nig', 'cause he locked up Couple man pissed off 'cause a nigga bossed up You're B-A-D only on computer When the pack lands, say "Hallelujah" Girl, you can't style me, your man a loser