Can't Be Serious

[Intro: T.I. & Future]

(Wheezy Outta Here)

Fuck Fuck, Yeah

Fuck Fuck Fuck, Yeah

Okay

Ah ah okay

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]

Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)

Ridin in a Bentley

Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)

Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Oh yeah yeah they think I'm dumb, I'm so enlightened

Oh okay, reachin elevator heights

I talk to God ask Him "what's yo advice?"

He told me "just stay solid еven when shit you hear you know a liе." (hmph)

Show your face make it your poker face

These niggas say they G but they lower case (bitch)

Let the lawyers speak it ain't no more to say

Lettin' it forever fuck these niggas shonuff fornicatin

New Bottega hold the paper

You see me in it bitch "you know it" flavor

It's kill the king and you ain't taught that how they got ta do ya

If I work with police it'd be to get a cop to shoot you (aaah! King!)

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]

Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)

Ridin in a Bentley

Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)

Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Yeah, I told that bitch this not her bankroll (it's mine)

She mad I ain't drivin I let my car go (I ain't got it tho)

I think this bitch want see me dead dawg

She maxxed Baguettes on my sig dawg [?]

I told that bitch she could come now or later

Heartrate on the same speed but I don't get fast paper (woo!)

Cum on your mascara you can't crash later (you can't stay here)

Three shots like Reggie Miller with the damn Pacers (pow pow pow)

Don't matter what they say just stack the cash

I caught the Rolls truck and the Wraith on they hatin' ass (skurr)

I swear to God I love my snakes ain't cuttin the grass

Hard to tamper with the evidence they still passin' (aaah!)

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]

Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)

Ridin in a Bentley

Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)

Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

[Verse 3: T.I.]

I swear when you public enemy number one

Man if they ain't got a story they'll make up sumthin

Use your voice to be righteous gotta fuck your face up some

Use your voice for the people play Jesus end up on the cross

Get lost in the sauce find out the shit wadn't as sweet as you thought

When I was about eleven I would run in the house

Ten years ahead of that y'all know me I was running the South (Bankhead)

Let longevity speak for me they just be running they mouth (King!)

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]

Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)

Ridin in a Bentley

Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)

Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

[Outro: T.I.]

Oh okay