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